The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-07-02

caught the slim hands gripped on the
bride, shaking now. "Youi"
The dazzling brightness had gone
by, and the air was full OF the groan-
ing of the brakes as the long line of
darkened gleepers shuddered to its
enforced stop. "Johnl"- He heard
the sweet wild cry pierce through the
set his blood running molten through
his veins. 1t held an agony of relief,
OF shame and Of appeal. John /.
Johnl"
And knowing 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, chung and swayed together
with claspi1g hands and. broken words,
while the train. breathing heavily for
resentful second, shrieked itself
away into the night, and left only the
fragrance from the misty fields, the
crowding silence and the sprinkling
stars.
The breeze had risen and was
blowing the mist away as 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 comrade-
ship, by the faint glamour they gazed
into each others faces. The adorable
tweedy roughness OF his shoulder
thrilled her cheek.
And you were going away
Yes, yes, / know. 1t was my fault.
| misunderstood. Forgive
mel"
He kissed her hand. "As if there
we're anything to forgive! Do you
remember in the woods, sweetheart.
the day it rained? What a brute
was-to fight SO! And all the time
wanted to take you in my arms like a
little hurt child :"
She turned toward him. ooh,
wanted you to fight! Even though
it was no use l had given up, but
your strength comforted me. To have
you surrender, too"
ut was your face in the church
yard" he told her. "How pale and
worn you lookedl 1t came to me
then for the first time how horribly
selfish it would be to stay-how much
easier going would make it for you"
And TO think that it was
Mad Anthony-Did the clock really
strike thirteen, do you think? Or did
l fancy it?"
why question it?" he said. 81 be-
lieve in mysteries. The greatest mys-
terry of all is that you should love
me. l 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 a translucence as
pure as prayer. Above the fallen hood |
of her cloak her hair shone like a MIN
bus, and the loneliness of her face
made him catch his breath for the
wonderfulness of it.
AS they stood heavened in each
others arms, heart beating against
heart, and the whole world throbbing
to joy, the nightingale beyond the ar
bors began to bubble and thrill it's
melody. 1t came to
them like the voice of the magical
night itself. set to the
wordless music of the silver leaves
1t rose and swelled exultant to break
and die in a cascade of golden notes.
But in their hearts was the song
hat is fadeless, immortal.
THE END.