The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-09-28
CHAPTER xIx-(contlnu

CHAPTER xIx-(contlnueD. +
Not raatoggtEer- Adrnfrable haA been
james Arnsfrdng = oat%%ardly success
full career In much that Is hish and
noble and manly his actions-aad his
haraeteE=7haa / otter been sl lacksrg, bgt
even as the base cSn 16ve, and som timsss
love, fsrsassnsfforms, Il II be gwen p
chance. The passion Of ICymon5fur 1phs-
fgenia. tnaades a ID man and primes tout of
the rustic boor, and his real aoys ZIG sfdr
Enid Maitland have done more
Tor Armstrong. thanhSs 4. Himself Or any A.
one WHO knew hfna he 5W aYsst 1l ani
few there & were i .Wyho ,,EhEia7 had spctn
knowledge Of him. dreamed ii was
possible There was pne thipgnthat
love. could not do however, II
could not make him 9, patient phil
osopher, a. good waiter. His rules 81
life was not very high, but in one way
1t was admirable, in That prompt, bold
desire action was his chiefest charac.
teristic. 5.7.siz,i 3 !
On this certain morning q month
after. the heart-breaMng disaster, his
power Of passive endurance had been
strained to the vanishing point Inc
great white range was flung in his face
like a challenge. Within its secret re
cesses lay the solution OF the mystery
Somewhere, dead or alive, beyond t e
soaring rampant was the woman he
loved. 1t was Impossible for him =. te
remain quiet any longer. Common
sense, reason, every argument thai
had been adduced, suddenly became o.
no weight. He lifted his head ant
stared straight westward, his eyes
swept the long semiclrc1e of horizor
across which the mighty range was
drawn like the chord Of gigantic aare
or the string Of a mighty bow; Eacf
white peak Knocked him.. the .tn Is olt'
aggression Of the range called him II
resistibly to action. So ,....fs.sIt..t.g1
"By Heaven" he said under hi!
breath, rising to hissfeet, winter o.
NO winter. i co. E3s''s
Robert Maitland had offices in thl
same building. Having once come to
determination, there was no more un
certainty or hesitation about Arm
gtrong's course. In another momen
he was standing in the private room 0
his friend. The two men; We're no
alone there. Stephen Maitland sat IL
low chair before another WindoV
/ removed from the desk somewhat
staring out at the range. The OIL
man was huddled down inl'his seat
every line Of his figure spoke OF grie
and despair. OF all the places IN Den
yer, he liked best his brothers offic
fronting the rampant Of the noun
tains, and hour after hour he sat ther
quietly looking at the submits, some
times softly shrouded in white, some
times swept bare by the fierce white
gales that blew across them, some
times shining and sparkling so tina
the eye scarce sustain their. rehectio
of the dazzling sun OF Colorado: an
at other times seen dimly throug
mists of whirling snow. ~
Oh, yes, the mountains challenge
him also to the other side Of th
range. His heart yearned for hi
child, but he was too old to. max
the attempt, He could only sit an
pray and wait with such faint and fat
Ing hope as he could still, cherish u
til the break up of the spring CAM
For the rest he troubled nobody; n
body noticed him, nobody marked hin
nobody minded him. Robert Nathan
transacted his business a little nor
softly, a little more gently, that We
a. Ill Vet the presence Of hia brofhf