The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-08-06
CHAPTER I.
Tho Musin
~ ISTEN, John. hear muster
The words came in a gentle


whisper from the woman's
~ lips One white, thin hand
lifted itself weakly to the rough face
of the man who was kneeling beside
her bed. and the great dark eyes from
which he had hidden his own grew
LUMINOSITY bright for moment as she
whispered again:
John. hear muster
A sigh auttered from her lips. The
mans head dropped until 1t rested very
near to her bosom. He felt the culver
of her hand against his cheek. and In
its touch there was something which
told John Cummius that the end Of all
life had come for him and for her In
this world of snow and ice and for
est very near to the dome Of the earth
His heart beat 6ercely. and his great
shoulders shook with the agony that
was eating at his soul
''Yes, 1t Is the pretty music. my Me-
lisse," he murmured softly. choking
back his sobs at is the pretty music
In the skies"
The hand pressed more tightly
against MS race,
ITS not the music in the skies. john.
1t is real-real music that ! hear
"It's the sky music, my sweet Me
lisse Shall open the door so that
we can hear It betterT'
When he looked again Mt the wo
man her eyes were open. and there
glowed In them still the feeble fire OF
great love Her lips. too. pleaded
with him In their old. sweet way.
which always meant that he was to
kiss them aud stroke her hair and tell
her again that she was the most beau.
tiful thing In the whole world
"My Melissa
He crushed his face to her. his sob
bling breath smothering itself In the
soft masses of her hair. while her arms
rose weakly and fell around his neck.
He heard the quick gasping struggle
for breath within her bosom. and
family again. the words:
"lt--is-the-music -of-my-people!
1T is the music Of the angels In the
skies. my sweet Melissa. 1t is our mu
sic. | will open the door"
The arms had slipped from his
shoulders. Gently he ran his rough
fingers through the loose glory Of the
woman's hair and stroked her face rs
softly as he might have caressed the
cheek of sleeping child.
~ will open the door, Melissa"
His moccasined feet made no sount
as he moved across the little room
which was their home. At the doc
he paused and listened Then he open
ed II. and the floods of the white nigh
poured In upon him as he stood witt
his eyes turned to where the cold. pail
flashes of the aurora were playing
over the pole.
It was an hour past midnight at tn
post, which had the barren lands a
its back door. II was the hour Of dee
slumber for it's people. But tonigh
there was no sleep for any Of them
Lights burned dimly In the few roug
pg homes The company's store wa
aglow, and the factors office, a have
of the men Of the wilderness, shot on
cleaning yellow eve out into the whit
gloom. The post was awake. II wa
waiting. II was listening II wa
watching.
As the woman's door opened. wild
and brimful OF light, door Of one 9
the log houses opened and then anotl
er, and out into the night. like dill
shadows, trod the moccasined me
from the factors office and stoo
there waiting for the word Of life
death from John Cummins In the
own fashion these men. who wttho'
knowing II lived very near to n
ways of God. sent mute prayers in'
the starry heavens that the most bea
tifuI thing IN the world might yet
spared to them.
II was Just two summers before tn
this beautiful thing had come IN
Cummins' life and into the life Of q
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