The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1912-07-05

breaks. Maitland and Old Kirkby go in
search Of the girl Enid discovers that
her ankle Is sprained and that she 10 UNI
carries her to his camp. Enid goes to
sleep In the strange mans bunk.
CHAPTER x.-(contlnued.)
Have you ever climbed mountain
early in the morning while 1t was yet
dark and having gained some domi-
nant crest stood staring at the far
horizon. the empurpled east. while the
dawn came up like thunder? Or
better still, have you ever stood with
in the cold. dark recesses OF some
deep valley of river or pass and
watched the clear light spread Its
bars athwart the heavens like nebu-
lous mighty pinions along the light
touched crest of a towering range. un-
til all Of a sudden. with leap almost
of Joy. the great sun blazed In the
high horizon?
You might be born q child OF the
dark, and light might scar and burn
your eye balls accustomed to cooler
deeper shades, yet you could no more
turn away from this glory, though you
might hate 1t, than by mere effort OF
will you could cease to breathe the
air. The shock that you might feel.
the sudden surprise. is only family sug.
gestive Of the emotions In the breast
OF this man.
Once long ago the gentlest and ten
derest of voices called from the dark
to the light, the blind. And II Is given
to modern science and to modern skill
sometimes to emulate that godlike
achievement. Perhaps the surprise,
the amazement, the bewilderment. Of
him who having been blind doth now
see, II We can imagine II not having
been In the case ourselves. will be bet
ter guide to the understanding of this
mans emotion when this woman came
suddenly into his lonely orbit. His
eyes were opened although he would
not know It. He fought down his new
consciousness and would have none Of
II. Yet II was there. He loved her!
With what Joy did selkirk welcome
the savage sharer Of his solitude! Sup
pose she had been a woman Of his own
race: had she been old. withered. hid
eous, he must have loved her on the
instant. much more II she were young
and beautiful The thing was inev.
liable. Such passions are born. God
forbid that we should deny It. In the
busy haunts Of men where women are
as plenty as blackberries, to use Fal.
staff's smile. and where q man may
sometimes choose between a hundred.
or a thousand. such loves are born. for
ever.
A voice in the night, a face in the
street. whispered word. the touch
of hand. the answering throb of an.
other heart-and behold! two walk to-
gether where before each walked
alone. Sometimes the man or the WON.
an who Is born again Of love knows II
not, refuses to admit 1t, refuses to
recognize 1t. Some birth pain must
awaken the consciousness Of the new
life.
II those things are true and posi-
BILE under every day conditions end
to ordinary men and women. how
much more to this solitary. He had
seen this woman, white breasted like
the foam. rising as the ancient god.
dress from the Paphian sea, Over tina,
recollection, as he was a gentleman
and q Christian. he would fain draw a
curtain. before It erect q wall He
must not dwell upon that fact, be
would not linger over that moment
Yet he could not forget It.
Then he had seen her lying prone
yet unconsciously graceful In her aban.
donment. on the sward: he had caught
. glimpse Of her white face desperate
ly uptossed by the rolling water: he
had looked into the unfathomable
depth Of her eyes At that moment
when she had awakened In his arms
after such q struggle a. had taxed his
manhood and almost broken his heart:
he had carried her unconsciously.
ghastly white with her pain-dravn
face. stumbling desperately over the
rocks in the beating rain to this. his
home. There he had held that poor.
bruised slender little foot In his hand.
gently. skilfully treating II. when he
longed to press his lips passionatsly
upon Il Last q al he had looked
into her fAcs. warmed with the red
uGht q the Are. searched her weary
wes almost uks blue pools. In whose
6epths there yst lurked life and light,
0AiIs her seldom hair tinsss eEiA