Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1912-11-15
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n, altogether admirable had been
,.mss Armstrong's outwardly success
a career In much that is high and
,ssl, and manly his actions-and MS
..sr.cter--had often been lacking, but
.,,u The base can love, and sometimes
h,a transforms, If 1t be given
nance The passion of Cymon for lphr
..uls made a man and prince out OF
a, fustlc boor, and his real love for
ma maitland might have done more
a. Armstrong than he himself or any
os who knew him as he was. ana
Nv there were who had sucn
,nozledge of him, dreamed was
nsslbIe There was one thing that
bye could not do, however; II
scnld not make him patient phil
nopher, good waiter. His rule OF
Ne was not very high, but in one way
twas admirable, in that prompt. bold
desire action was his chiefest charac-
zristic.
On tbs certain morning a month
xfssr the heart-breaking disaster. his
pzer Of passive endurance had been
strained to the vanishing point. The
peai white range was flung in his face
Ne challenge. Within its secret re
stsses lay the solution Of the mystery
somevhere, dead or alive. beyond the
snsring rampant was the woman he
kyed. II was impossible for him tc
remain quiet any longer. Common
snse, reason, every argument thai
had been adduced, suddenly became Of
- weight He lifted his head and
rzsed straight westward. his eyes
swept the long semicircle Of horizon
zrcss which the mighty range wal
lawn like the chord OF gigantic art
q the string OF a mighty bow Eaci
White peak Knocked him, the insolen
ssgrsssion Of the range called him If
Issistibly to action.
by Heaven" he said under hi
Esath, rising to his feet. winter o
- winter. ! CO."
Robert Maitland had Offices in tn
nme building. Having once come to
tstermination, there was no more un
cer'Ainty or hesitation about Arm
fuong's course. In another momen
= was standing in the private room o
Ms friend. The two men were no
Alone there. Stephen Maitland sat Il
low chair before another windoy
nmoEed from the desk somewhat
Haring out at the range. The oil
nan was huddled down in his sea-
"ery line Of his figure spoke OF grie
nd despair. OF all the places In Der
yer. he liked best his brothers ofic
nonting the rampant OF the mour
ans. and hour after hour he sat Their
suietly looking at the SUBMITS, som,
enes softly shrouded in white, som,
1nss swept bare by the fierce winte
gales that blew across them. som,
emes shining and sparkling so ths
me eye scarce sustain their refiectio
y me dazzling sun Of Colorado; an
= other times seen dimly throug
nlsts Of whirling snow.
%. yes, the mountains challenge
am also to the other side of tn
.nge. His heart yearned for hi
.aiid, but he was too old to NAL
oe attempt He could only sit an
sfv and wait with such faint and IA
g hope as he could still cherish u
y ne break up Of the spring cam
vt the rest he troubled nobody; n
.oey noticed him, nobody marked hir
.ooocy minded him. Robert Maitlar
.sasacted his business a little mo-
Oily, a little more gently, that WI
~ Yet the presence Of his broth,
rs living grief and q living I
oacn to him Although he was qui
.meiess he blamed himself. He hi
Known how he had grown to lo'
Niece until he had lost her. II
science accused him hourly. al
~ No knew not where he was
-nh or how he could have done
ently. II was a helpless and hoI
situation. To him, therefore, &
ea Armstrong.
Maitland" he began. '1 can't sta
0ins.s
fou are mad!"
! can't hsaD d Z can't sit h