Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-11-20

And to dig nuts and eat them u rnen
come into town. proud-oh. 30 very
proud-with a flower in ones hair.
marching into the recitation room at
high hoo without deigning to speak
to any one. He thought back to the
time he was a senior, and Aurelie had
been-a gypsy girl with short dresses
and long legs-he wondered what an
amazing change had come to her In
until this lazy summer when, fishing
along S~insinawa, he had come upon
her gravely watching his threshing OF
a pool for bass, and she had mock1nEly
derided him. She met him again hunt
ing and showed him an otter's den In
non would have believed there was
an otter in the state. After that-wel.
he met her day by day and then by
night-a unique creature. he said at
first, l~aughably untamed. And he
amused himself by tanning her and
Catholic. to come 'up-river' out Of a
corner of the south. foreign and un-
known-to know the outdoors as the
wild alone know ft-this was the sum
mer madness that seduced him.
Hungry? Why the first winter here.
IL N4iSiiASall - AAOuSSbodl IA
the pocket, and the old Indian woman
who raised me. died Of pneumonia, we
were always hungry-we trapped any
sort of animal to live. And when the
Lindstroms came and lived with US,
it wasn't much better-some times.
1 couldn't read or write when I wal
IL. Amt I done well, Harlan?"
"Adorably. But" he sighed.
Il know. You wan me to go on and
graduate-and be a regular lady. Just
to show everybody. Oh, n I will,
| for you! Everything's just for you!"
He was laughing again with that
curious hurt in his heart. And as he
held her, murmuring his fondness, he
WINGED at the remembrance of the
days to come. His mothers stateliness.
the Van Hart tradition-Harvard, his
law areer-vagu and of the we'll or
dered future, but he knew that on him
was the obligation Of his parents de-
votion. Aurelie-what was all this to
her, and what could she be to 1t?
~ AND 9an now y, y : oan 60 ga sast T. she wen +
don't know what 1 shall 10. Oh, Har-
Ian, life's SO snarly-one "a laugh
and be proud, but 1t hurts. And to
nave Papa John in jail-he's rough
with me, but that hurts, too"
He was still. and at length some
could know my father, Aurelie. Why.
he'd be the first man to help Lindstrom
If he could-and Uncle Michigan and
Knute and Peter and all of you. He's
the gentlest, most tende hearted man
l know. But you see John damned the
court-that damned everything father
stands for-and his father before him
and behind that hundreds OF years
of-of"-he paused, wondering II she
could realize what he meant-"well Of
our family"
I'VE don't want charity" she cried,
I'VE wanted justice" And then at the
hurt in his eye she went on with quiet
happy. Just waiting here, unknown
and alone for you. Oh. it was wonder
full to have you come to love me!'
She held out her hands triumphantly.
"Of all the girls you knew-High street
girls-you came up here to me
alone"
"Aurelie," he muttered, that's one
thing I'm sorry for"
She looked up quickly, and he went
on slowly. Mother wouldn't like it"
She tried dimly to grasp this rever-
ence. What it meant of upbringing
was beyond her in her meager and IN
advised idea Of honor. She had a sense
of some strength back of him that had
JADE his character, that had made the
great land. Vaguely she felt it meant
a home, a large house with wide lawns
about it. like the Van Harris; good liy-
ing, a surrey or motor at the door; and
the easy and welcome fitting Of fair
girls in cool white such as she had
seen-a beautiful way of life linking all
clean clever people together every
where but never extending to a quarry
mans shack. 1t was this blind CROP
ing to understand his world that made
her humble with him, and SO proud
u,;tI,,At him to brave the ignorance
she knew was hers. The conscience OF
her lover was quite beyond her. For
with him, though youth might be high,
and blood hot-and there was adven-
ture in the September nights-yet al
ways he would think ack to the OBJ
legation of his birth Inc breeding.
And she? Well, such a little thing
it take to make or defeat one-such 9
little thing! The sort Of girl one meets
unknown to all in the moonlight.
Aurelie was shot through with hel
old jealousy of this mother, this college
In the east, and all the brilliant Worlc
that claimed him. Your mother would
hit her lip-"Oh, I'll not spoil it. Har.
: lan-our last night together! And it'll
, only another year as you say. Your
be free and a work." She stopped
, again, suddenly fearing. What would
that freedom mean? He had never
! asked her to marry him.. They hae
= lived an idyl Of the hills. the moor
river winding to the sea; all the glory
of the summer nights they had felt
: but never had they taken thought be-
You'd 1t.
8 CONTINUED next week.)
> The Deadly Parallel.