Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1912-10-24
CHAPTER xlx-tcontInued) T..

NOT altOBeJler aQmlrdDle udu ueSA
EaEnes Armstrong; outwardly uccess
"gSi career. In much that is high and
aqhle and manly his actions-and his
xElsracter-had often been lacking, but
gven the base can love, and sometimes
a1ve transforms, if it be given a
ntzance. The passion Of Cymon for Iph-
aggnia, made a man and prince out of
aaaa rustic boor, and his real love for
Ealid Maitland might have done more
snr Armstrong than he himself or any
we who knew him as he was, and
few there were who had such
knowledge of him, dreamed was
possible. There was one thing that
qSve could not do, however; it
7ztsuld not make him a patient phil
sssopher, a good waiter, His rule of
'&zs was not very high, but in n way
S5t was admirable. in that prompt, bold
58csSre action was his chiefest charac-
"Sagiattc.
On this certain morning a month
after the he~art-breaking disaster, his
a9IwGA VI pdOolFS Chuu1 hllNO u bSSA
xarained to the vanishing point. The
Exeat white range was flung in his face
tdAe a challenge. Within its secret re-
reases lay the solution of the mystery.
Somewhere, dead or alive, beyond the
soaring rampant was the oma he
-IGved. 1t was impossible for him to
@ematn quiet any longer. Common
sense, reason, every argument that
bad been adduced, suddenly became OF
uo weight. He lifted his head and
stared straight westward, his eyes
Ewept the long semicircle of horizon
across which the mighty range was
Drawn like the chord Of gigantic arc
arr the string of a mighty bow. Each
white peak Knocked him, the insolent
aggression of the range called him ir.
seesistibly to action.
~By Heaven" he said under his
tareath, rising to his feet, winter OF
no winter, l 60"
Robert Maitland had Offices in the
came building. Having once come to a
determination, there was no more I'm.
certainty or hesitation about Arm.
nBGr0ng's course. In another moment
Inc was standing in the private room OF
SEs friend. The two men we're not
alone there. Stephen Maitland sat In
E low chair before another window
removed from the desk somewhat
staring out at the range. The old
s1n2n was huddled down in his seat
avery line of his figure spoke of griei
NGld despair. OF all the places In Den
Eer, he liked best his brothers office
aRonting the rampant of the noun
safns, and hour after hour he sat there
quietly looking at the SUBMITS. some
times softly shrouded in white, some
ZINES swept bare by the fierce winter
gales that blew across them, some
times shining and sparkling SO that
tie eye scarce sustain their reflection
-nG the dazzling sun of Colorado; and
Mt other times seen dimly through
Caists Of whirling snow.
Oh, yes. the mountains challenged
OHM also to the other side Of the
Tange. His heart lyearned for his
child, but he was too old to make
the attempt. He could only sit and
1ray and wait with such faint and fad
Eng hope al he could still cherish I'm.
I'll the break up of the spring came
For the rest he troubled nobody: no
body noticed him. nobody marked him
nobody minded him. Robert Maitland
transacted his business a little more
softly, a little more gently. that was
.aM Yet the presence of his hrothar