The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1913-11-18
I'VE reap what we SOW.
We reap what we SOW"

P"iihb III ib dbouy- Ou, men anu
women. why will you die, why will
you die?"
But the stars, looking down at the
silent earth. spoke not of death, spoke
only as stars. seeming to say. Here
are April days, dear old earth, balmy
springtime and summer harvest be
fore us!-What merry nights we shall
pass togetherl" The earth answered
with a sudden white smile, for the
moon had just risen above the distant
woods.
At the stile where the footpath
from the tent ended. Abbott paused.
Why should he go further This SCOT
fer. the one false note in the meet
lng's harmony, had been silenced.
There" he said. showing the road.
His tone was final. II meant. De-
part"
Fran spoke In a choking voice, I'm
afraid" II vas not until then, that
he knew she had been crying. for not
once had he looked back. That she
should cry, changed everything.
Il am so %little." Fran said plain
lively, and the world is so large"
Abbott stood %irresolute. To take
Fran back to the tent would destroy
the Influence, but II seemed inhuman
TO send her away. He temporiZed
rather weakly. But you came here
alone"
But I'm not going away alone"
SAID Fran. Her voice was still damp.
but she had kept her resolution dry.
In the gloom. he vainly sought to
discern her features. Whose little
girl are your" he asked, not without
an accent Of gentle commiseration.
Fran, one foot on the first step OF
the stile. looked up at him; the sud.
den flare OF a torch revealed the sor.
row in her eyes. Il am nobody's little
girl" she answered plaintively.
Her eyes were so large. and so soft
and dark, that Abbott was glad she
was only a child Of ~fourtcen-or hf-
teen, perhaps. Her face was so
strangely eloquent In its yearning for
something quite beyond his compre-
hension, that he decided, then and
there, to be her friend. The unsteady
light prevented definite perception OF
her face. There was. in truth. an ele-
ment OF charm in all he could discern
Of the girl. Possibly the big hat
helped TO conceal or accentuate-at
any rate, the effect was somewhat
elfsh. As for those great and lumi-
nously black eyes, he could not for the
life of him have said what he saw In
them Ia set his blood tingling with
a feeling OF protecting tenderness. Pos.
sibly IL was her trust in him. for as
he gazed into the earnest eyes OF
Fran. II was like looking into a clear
pool TO see oneself.
"Nobody's little girl?" he repeated.
inexpressibly touched that It should
be sc. What a reasure somebody was
denied! Are you a stranger in the
town."
Never been here before" Fran an.
swered m%ournfully.
But why did you come?"
Il came to find Hamilton Gregory"
The young man was astonished.
Didn't you see him in the tent, lead
ing the choir"
He has a house in town" Fran
said timidly, Il don't want TO bother
him while he IS in his religion. I
want to wait for him at his house.
Oh" she added earnestly, III you
would only show me the way"
Just As If she did not know the
way!
Abbott Ashton was now completely
at her mercy. 80 you know Brother
Gregory, do you?" he asked, as he
led her over the stiles and down the
wagon-road.
Never saw him in my life" Fran
replied casually. She knew how to
say 1t prohibitively. but she purposely
left the bars down. to find u IL the
young nan was what she hoped.
And he was. He did not ask a
question. They sought the grass
grown path bordering the dusty road;
as they assembled the hill that shut
out a view OF the village, TO their ears
anne the sprightly Twentieth Century
hymn. What change had come over
Ashton that the song now seemed as
strangely out - keeping as had the
peacefulness OF the April night, when
he first left the tent? He felt the
prick OF remorse because In the midst
OF nature. he had 80 soon forgotten
about souls.
Fran caught the air and softly sang
I'VE reap what we SOW"
DON'T" he reproved her. Child,
that meal nothing to you"
Eyes. It does. too" she returned.
rather impudently. She continued to
sing and hum until the last note was
smothered In her little nose. Then he
spoke: "However--it means a differ.
ent thing TO me from what Il means
to the choir"
He looked at her curiously. "How
different" he smiled.
ITO me. II means that we really do