Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-09-05
MARY JAMES DESTINY.
nv Anna consul;eh.

AZ IuSIG0 over IL AOChS Ill dI6Iy
swirl, swishing past huge boulders and
tiny rocks with equal vehemence as
though everything were u cursed i'm
pediment to it's flight.
Mary Jane stopped and turned her
troubled gaze downward. Yes, there it
was-the very Illustration of her shor
life. The foalny water sparkled with
the noon sun-gilt-but the river wanted
none of the sun sheen. 1t wanted es-
cape, indeed, it seemed in a frantic
haste to evade the adian caress-it
was for gaining the benz over which
1.-the dark mountains grilnly watched.
The river ceased its swirling hurry as it
reached the mountains shadow. Almost
majestically is flowed underneath the
solemn heights.
With a sigh she seated herself against
a Slim red oak, her eyes fixed upon
the river. Flight. Yes, she too, hated
the surface sparkle-she, too, must es-
ape it. The madness of his desire
tingled in every vein of her. And il
ever she reached the dark, soothing
calm, She, too. would be glad to pass
along smoothly, sensibly rhytpmically.
Escape! The very thought filed her
yes with a strange glow.
A butterfly skinned across her range
Of vision, then darted swiftly below.
All. no butterfly flight for her, no. The
freedom of a day and ~then-death? No,
whatever might happen. she must do
right. She held hershead in her hands,
her young mouth red and stern, and
she reflected that as far as her family
history went there had been none but
good women, according to the worlds
classification. h would not shame
their memory. Right, right, or for
ever the despised surface, sparkle of
an unwished sum-. on her life-forever
the rocks great and small, in her
course. And how many OF them had
already formed vicious little eddyinR
currents in her life. only to slip along
the cool, unhampered shadow beneath
the great mountain! The higher des-
tiny!
She felt that somewhere in this
scheme of things was a place for her.
The true existence wherein all her
aptness, all her great capacity for joy
and pain. all her soul would have full
| play-it was calling to her. She was
a-weary of the patched and motley
| thing called her life.
The su1nach's crimson flutter gains
the September sky daunted the dying
season. ,Petulantly she pulled a slim
bough and wound it i'm her dark hair.
Foolish red leaves, how brave, how
crimson brave in facing death! But
such as these could not help her to de-
eide.
The city was calling to- her. calling,
calling. With cruel insistence it called
and anguished her soul. In a day or
W she must obey its call or forever
crown the sound, to return home.
Home-the little house in which She
was target for all malice and ill-na-
I ture.
At last her soul was crying out. She
must be free, like the river speeding
tfrantically over stubborn obstacles. She
realized that it was a difficult freedom.
If she had not meant to do right al.
along, how easy-the easiest freedom in
the world. a
He had said. 'Ahhere is only you
your You and my You. The rest doesn't
matter. A hundred years and the stern
est mortality will have forgotten US.
And, sweetheart, we shall have had our
happy season."
But even as they trembled in each
other arms that starlit night in June.
she knew That even love could not
make some things right.
And She replied: "All love. all your
wealth, all the happiness which life
with you would mean to me-all that
could not make 1t right dearest OF ALL"
An, too we'll she understood the at
11tude of The unwishing river toward
the ardent sun! How thankful she was
Low mat she not placed her hand
IN hls-to go to the false freedom. Mat
would nave been stealing freedom, and
ner soul rebelled against dishonesty.
she had loved n been beloved. He
nad lost. she had won-another episode
In her martyrdom.
$3.50 - kAA0 =
no matter what. There must be work
ike that in the city. Then. gradually
perhaps, she might use. her .God-given
powers. There might be a career.
Wnen ner purse would permit it to UNI
told. How different this humble per
severence to that butterfly flight with
the One Most Beloved! That which
seemed so easy had really proved so
lhard-what now seemed SO hard. those
coming years of hardship and struggle
would they be easy AFTER all?
She arose and planted her wrists
firmly to her hips. Her beauty was
framed worthily by the Virginia wiz
stood intently catching at an ever
recurring grace noE in a birds low
call. Would there be thai grace note
IN her work, to beautify the unremit-
ting battle against poverty? Flight p
Yes, she knew it would be hard. For
She must go without a penny. without
even a shadow of a pull which
told. No trace of help from that dis
tasteful home, since she would be re-
garded as a deserter in a way. De-
serter # She went. superfuity If she re-
mained-oh, she had heard that too
often to doubt it.
She tnrned brislSly, descending the
ledge with a fine swing. Flight YES
she would go. Then she smiled. WHY
had she not decided ages ago. since
that call had been at her ears always?
Perhaps she would suffer. But the
worse suffering comes from ones own
Wrongdoing. The rest was bearable,
one was young, Strong-would her
looks help? He had told her again and
again that she was beautiful. He had
called her the goddess OF the heavenly
morning. He meant it all. she knew.
1t was the way of Love-. But was any