The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-02-10

something to save my pride. l.say l.
have! You are good and honest. and
you pity me, and my folly needs your
pity. But II you should tell me now
that yeu love me I'd die Of shame,
I'd distrust that love! / couldn't help
1t. and I've brought II all ON myself.
oh, why have grown up fool-why
have l wasted the long days."
She ran down past him. He did
not try to stay her. lie understood
women not at all. He obeyed her cry
to be silent-to keep away from her.
She turned to him when she reached
the ground. IS
II haven't even known enough to
understand how 1t stands between us.
Between usw There was a wall in
her voice. She sobbed the rest rather
than spoke It: "That river out there
is between us! don't even belong
to your corntry"
She pointed at the great cross Of the
churchyard. 1t stood outlined in the
starlight.
Religion stands between us! My
father and your grandfather are be-
tween usv'
She came lack two steps, her face
tear wet, her features quivering with
grief.
But there's something else between
US, Harlan, blacker and deeper than
all the rest. Don't try to cross It to
come to me. You will sink in T.. Fools
for wives have spoiled too many men
In this world. understand nowi
Your grandfather knew" She raised
her eyes and crossed herself rever.
emily. Mother Mary, help me In this
my temptation
She turned and ran away, sobbing.
Harlan hurried a few steps after
her, crying appeals. But he did not
persist. Her passionate protests had
come from her heart he knew. He
did not dare force himself on her
when she was In that mood.
He sat down again on the church
steps. He remained there In deep
thought until the red eyes In Dennis
Kavanaghs house blinked out With
moist eyes he looked up at the dark
house on tho hill and pledged loyalty
to the child-woman, knowing that he
loved her. But that the love was the
love that mates man and woman for
the struggles, the prizes, the woes and
the contentment of life he was not
sure-for he still looked on Glare Kav-
anagh as more child than woman
Marriage seemed yet long way ahead
of him. He rode slowly back to the
barracks.
The next morning he left Fort Cant.
bas with big Ben Kyle to make a tour
Of the Thornton camps. When he re-
turned to Fort Canibas, on the eve Of
his departure to take up his duties as
General Waymouth's chief Of staff, he
saddled his horse and rode across the
long bridge.
This time there was no white figure
on the church porch and no wistful
voice to call after him. He kept on up
the hill. He was not thinking about
what Dennis Kavanagh might say to
him. He had resolved to ask Clare
manfully II she would continue to
trust him for a while until both could
be certain that their boy and girl love
signifed to them the love that life
needed for its bounty and its blessing.
That seemed the honest way. It
seemed the only way, as matters lay
between them and their families.
Dennis Kavanagh was seated on his
veranda, smoking his short pipe and
inhaling the freshness Of the shower
cooled summer air along with the
aroma Of his tobacco.
II would like to see your daughter,
Mr.. Kavanagh," announced the young
man boldly. "And I have not come
sneaking by the back way. It win be
good while before I can see her
again."
THAT 1t ,will," responded Mr.. Kav-
anagh dryly, "and It win be good
long while before yen see her now
that may be mixed, but reckon yen
get the drift Of iti'
1T will be better for all our inter-
ests IL l have few words with her."
persisted the young man, trying to
keep his temper.
"Will We talk to her through the air
or over the telephone7" inquired the
father sarcastically. "She IL not here,
she is not near here, and II ye wait
for her to come back yen best arrange
to have your meals brought"
He did not pause for Harlan to ask
any more questions. He came down
from the porch on his stubby legs and
handed up an envelope. The flap of
the envelope had been opened.
"She left this" he said, "and, hav.
ing opened 1t and seen that 1t held
nothing but what ye might probably
know, Thornton's grandson, here
give 1t into your hand. and ye needn't
thank me-"
Harlan, wondering, apprehensive.
fearing something untoward, took out
the single sheet of paper. He read:
Big Boy-Go on and let the world make
you a great man. I'm cropping. Perhaps
I'll see my way some day and can follow.
But Just AZ there's . cupe for ignorance,
20 there's cure Tor hearts. maybe. Your
friend. CLARE
"Can you tell me what this means.
Mr.. Kavanaghf 1 beg Of you humbly
and In all sincerity"
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