The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-11-27

slush written about you in the Sunday
lpapersl"
She wan puzzled. trying to under-
stand his Viewpoint. It seemed that
the brilliant world had beckoned to
her, found her In her dolorous corner.
her defeated and stormy little life
and he who loved her best was angry
st It ALL
"oh, little grill" he whispered. "tust
an hour ago / thought / was going to
claim you--to hay you all my own.
and defy the whole world for you!
Just mine, Aurelie~-and what we would
do would be big and brave. IL mother
wouldn't have 1t, I'd run away with
you'll I'D go to work at anything, give
up my Law nj chance with the firm
everything--for you'll"
'Yes! And I felt like dancirg, per-
lfectly happyl And proud--oh, so
proud OF you. But what's the matter
i'm be famous the editor said--and
maybe rich-and go Co Chicago .
and have pieces in the paper! Oh boy,
prettyl" She looked at him with min
gled humiliation and rebellion. You
ought to be glad!"" ~. .
His grave eyes were ruthless with
some new command. He took her
shoulders and held her SO that she
could not evade him. She stared up
at him. then relaxed from her tense
ness. laughing. "oh. well, then. Har-
Ian, 4 just kept on in school this year
to please yon--I only try anything be-
cause o want me to. And now you'd
think I'd committed some crime-and
I've done nothing except be pretty All,
Name OF Godl Sometimes I wish I wal
a Cajun girl again. back OF Bayou Pc
rot, where we lived In q grass house
one time. ! can remember / wish
we'd never come up here among these
cold Yankees!" She clasped him pas
sionately. but then / love one. You
don't know what that means, dear, to
women at l6--we marry because we
love-oh, just as I love you-without
thinking, or reason, or virtue!","
7 know" he whispered. You've
told me all"
II saw a man killed once, down-riv-
er. A woman stabbed him and he fell
on the deck right where i was playing.
him with her alert challenge-"But !
can guess! She loved him. Why,
even when I was a child / didn't blame
her. Harlan, / suppose / am a savage
now, amt L--going to school with all
those nice girls in white dresses!"
"Aurelie," he answered slowly. TN
going away to school tomorrow. And
\ i was BOlIB 10 ldh0 you 10 IlOtlcE To-
night. Tell her everything-ask her
to protect you, help you-make Of you
the sort Of woman you can be If you
had a chance. / thought you'd be
waiting for me-.and trying, always!"
Her ayes were quick with tears Be
meath her laughter they were
far away. .
Il wanted you to know my mother
he went on patiently. But / wanted
you to be yourself, always. co.. Good
and fine-the best in Jul gay little
self, because it's all there! And now
this ghastly thing Of Wiley's-the Juror
and publicity of 1t. Why, my mother
she couldn't stand It'll"
She watched him long; her fingers
plucked slowly at a tattered leaf upon
his shoulder. Well, then" h NUT
tered humbly, II won't. I'll give 1t all
up-the prize and everything-H you
ask me to-"
It's too late for that" .
mo, 1t isn't. 1 won't nave a thing
paper-or anythingI"
He smiled at her simplicity. "oh
Aurelia, / wish they'd lever nave dis
covered you!"
From the path they were descending
she watched a distant patch of water
touched by q mist Of light. Beyond 1t
was the east, the radiant land; over
IllO bllCAAl Illlb - NV kANCA was jill
unknown glory reckoning her. She
sighed and put by the undreamed al
lurement; 1t seemed that since she q
known Harlan she was always putting
something by, renouncing, struggling;
| trying to do or be something quite un-
attained. That was love, she answered
Ito u n lot be embittered, to
try for something better than one had,
to be better than one truly was. That
was 1t. Love meant tryingi
Nobody will have me-" she went on
slowly. II won't pay any attention to
'em. I love you that way, Harlan.
Just to wish my face was ugly IL it
pleased you. To scratch my cheeks and
eyes, IL you wanted me to! Just to live
on here and be h b~ootlegger's girl
from the bottoms, n never have a
pretty dress. I will, If you want me
to-"
He did not answer for q time. She
could not tell that he was conquering
the lump In his throat at the pathos Of
her passion. For mel" he whispered,
and she nodded; and SO they went on
through the moonlight to his home.
They crossed the wide lawn where
Palf, the great friendly Saint Bernard.
came to greet them. Some one was
singing in the parlors. 1t was Elise
Dickinson, and O. Schumann song; and
Harlan slowly remembered that this
was their last night at home before
he went to Harvard and Elise to Bryn
grown up with, played football and
debated with; and all the girls he had
danced with his life long, had gathered
to speed him well. Elise was going
too; it was partly in her honor.