The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-11-27
BLUSH Written about you in tie sundey

Islash written about . in the SUNDAY
She was puzzled. trying to UNDER
sha nis VIEWPOINT. & seemed that
her. found her In her dolorous corner.
her defeated and stormy little life
and he who loved her best was angry
at It ALL
"Oh. little grill" he whispered, Just
an our ago / thought / was going to
and defy the whole world for you'll
lust mine. Aurelie-and what we would
lido would be big and brave. If mother
wouldn't have it I'd run away with
you! I'd go to work at anything, give
UP my law and chance with the firm
Yes! And I felt like dancing, per-
fectly happyl And proud-oh, so
proud OF you. But what's the natter
III be famous the editor said-and
maybe rich-and go to Chicago .
have pieces in the paper! Oh, boy,
pretty!" She looked at him with min
gled humiliation and rebellion. You
fought to be glad!"
His grave eyes were ruthless with
some new command. Ae took aer
shoulders and held her SO that sht
could not evade him. She stared UP
at him. then relaxed from her tense.
ness. laughing. "Oh. well. then. Har-
Ian, ! Just kept on in school this year
to please you'll only try anything be-
cause you want me to. And now you'd
think I'd committed some crime-and
i've done nothing except be pretty! All,
Name OF Godi Sometimes I wish / was
q cajun girl again. back on Bayou Pc
rot. where we lived In a grass house
one lime I can remember! / wist
we'd v 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
me! Down in the bayou country we're
women at 1--we marry because we
love-oh, just as / love you-without
thinking. or reason, OF virtue!"
4 know" he whispered. you've
told me all"
Il saw a man killed once, down-riv-
er. A woman stabbed him and he fell
on the deck right where ! was playing.
don't know why, eh?" She looked at
hin with her alert challenge-"But ]
can guess! She loved him.. Why,
even when I was a child I didn't blame
her. Harlan. I suppose ! am a savage
now, amt I-going to school with al
those nice girls In white dressesi"
"Aurelie." he answered slowly. I'm
going away to school tomorrow. And
was going to take you to mother to-
night. Tell her everything-ask her
to protect you, help you-make OF you
the sort of oma you can be If YOU
had a chance. 1 thought you'd be
waiting for me-and trying, alWays!s
Her eyes were quick with tears. Be
meath her laughter they were never
far away.
IT wanted you to know my mother"
he went On patiently. But I wanted
you to be yourself, always, too. Good
L ~ f3NA th~ H--+ 4 ~ =
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. We'll. then h NUT
tered humbiy, Il won't. Til give 1t all
up-the prize and everything-if you
ask me to-"
TITS too late for that"
mo, 1t isn't. / won't have a thing
to do with 'em! MY picture in the
paper-or anything"
He smiled at her simplicity. "oh
Aurelia, / wish they'd never have dis
covered you'll"
From the path they were descending
she watched a distant patch Of water
touched by a mist Of light. Beyond Il
was the east, the radiant land; W
the silent hills of the river was som
uuk1lOWtl glory DSCkOIlIS LSI. Dill
sighed n put by the undreamed al
lurement; it seemed that since she hat
known Harlan she was always putting
something by, renouncing, struggling;
trying to do or be something quite un.
attained. That was love, h answered
Ito and not be embittered, tt
try for something better than one had
to be better thar one truly was. Tha,
was it. Love meant trying!
Nobody will have me-" she went OF
slowly. II won't pay any attention t.
'em. I love you that way. Harlan
Just to wish my face was ugly If Il
pleased you. To scratch my cheeks an6
eyes, If you wanted me to! lust to live
on here and be the b~ootlegger's cir
pretty dress. I will, If you want me
to-"
He did not answe for a time. She
could not tell that he vas conquerine
the lump In his throat at the pathos Of
her passion. For mel" ne whispered
and she nodded; and so they. went or
through the moonlight to his home.
Palf, the great friendly Saint Bernard
came to greet them. Some one was
singing in the parlors. 1t was Elise
Dickinson, and a Schumann song; ano
Harlan slowly remembered that this
was their last night at home before
he went to Harvard and Elise to Bryr
Mawr, and that all the boys he hat
debated with; n all the girls he ha6
danced with his life long, had gathered
to speed him well. Elise was going
too: it was partly in her honor.
CONTINUED next week.)
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