The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1914-06-03

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Once on the Red Road. She Let Him
havs hIs VIII.
nung itself blindingly across the dark.
Illuminating like . dare of summer
lightning the patch Of highway and
the rider. Valiant. staring. had an In
stant's vision of . streaming cloak. Of
q girl's face, set in . tawny swirl Of
loosensd hair. With a cry that was
lost In the shriek of escaping steam.
he dragged his plungins horse around
and the white blase swept him also. a.
the rider pulled down at his side.
"Youi" no cried. He leaned and
caught the slim hands sripped on the
bride, shaking now. "You!"
Tho dasxling brightness had gone
By. and the air was full Of the groan.
Ing Of the brakes as the long line Of
darksned slsepers shuddered to it,
enforced stop "Johni"- He heard
the sweet Wild cry pierce through the
tumble Of noises. and something In It
set his blood running molten through
his veins. It held an agony Of relief.
Of shame and Of appeal. "John
John!" -~----..
And moving suddenly. though not
how or why. that all barriers were
swept away. his arms went out and
around her. and In the shadow Of the
lonely little station. they two. In their
saddles. clung and swaysd together
with clasping hands and broken words,
while the train. breathing heavily for
. resentful second. shrieked itself
away into the night. and left only the
fragranee from the misty fields. the
crowding silence and the sprinkling
stafs.
The breeze had risen and was
blowing the mist away a. they went
back along the road. A faint light
was lifting. forerunner Of the moon.
They rode side by side, and to the
slow gait of the horses, touching noses
In low whinnyings Of equine comrads-
ship. by the faint glamour they gased
into each Others faces. The adorable
tweedy roughness of his shoulder
thrilled her cheek.
q. And you were going away.
Yes. yes. I know. It was my fault.
misunderstood. ForEivs
mel"
He kissed her hand. As II there
were anything to forgive! Do you
remember in the woods, sweetheart,
the day It rained? What q brute
was-to fight so! And all the time
wanted to take you In my arms like .
little hurt child. :"
She turned toward him. "Oh,
wanted you to hight! Even though
It was no use. had given up. but
your strength comforted me. To have
you surrender. too"
1T was your face in the church
yard" he told her. How pale and
worn you looked! It came to me
then for the first time how horribly
selfish It would be to stay-how much
easier going would make 1t for you"
And to think that It was
Mad Anthony-Did the clock really
strike thirteen. do you thinkf Or did
l fancy itf-
why question 1T" he said. q BE-
lieve In mysteries. The greatest mys-
terry Of all is that you should love
me. I doubt no miracle hereafter,
Dearest. dearest!"
At the entrance Of the cherry lane.
he fastened his horse to the hedge,
and noiselessly let down the pasture
bars for her golden chestnut When
he came back to where she stood wait
Ing on the edge OF the lawn. the late
moon. golden-vestured. was Just show
ing above the rim of the hills. paint
ing the deep soft blueness of the Vir-
ginian night with q translucencs a.
pure as prayer. Above the fallen hood
Of her cloak her hair shone like q MIN
bus, and the loveliness Of her face
made him catch his breath for the
wonderfulness of It.
A. they stood heavensd In each
Others arms. heart hesttnr asainat
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