New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-12-30

harness In grOtesque loops. ceased TO
be background and assumed roles. The
background itself. modified by many
an unshadowed promontory, was ac-s
cented in caverns of manager and roof.
The place revealed mystery and bean
ty In the casual business of saying
what had to be said.
Mary filled her arms with hay and
turned to the munger The raw smell
of the clover smote her. and it was as
sweet as spring repromised. She stood
for moment with the hay In her
arms. her breath coming swiftly.
Down on the marsh. not half an hour
away. he was coming to her, to be
with her. as she had grown used to
imagining him. She had thought that
he was not coming. and he was almost
here. She knew now that she was
glad Of this. no matter what 1t brought
her-glad as she had never known how
to be glad Of anything before. He was
coming: There was thrill in the
words every time that she thought
them. Already she was welcoming
him in her heart. already he was here.
already he was born into her life.
With soft. fierce rush of feeling not
her own. it seemed to her that her
point of perception was somehow
drawn inward. as if she no longer saw
from the old places. as if something in
her that was not used to looking look
ed. In the seat where her will had
been was no will. But somewhere in
there. beyond all conflict. she felt her.
self to be. Beyond thousand mists.
volitions, little seekings for comfort.
rebellions at toll. the cryings of per-
sonality for it's physical own. she
stood at last. herself within herself
And that which through the slow
process Of her life and of life and be-
ing UNNECESSARILY before her had been
seeking it's expression, building up it's
own vehicle Of incarnation. quite sud-
denly and simply lowered. 1t was as
it the weight and the striving within
her had been the pangs of some birth.
She stood. as light Of heart as a little
.hild. filled with peace and tender ex-
altatiOn.
These filed her on the road which
she took to meet him-and took alone,
for she would have no one go with her.
cWhatS come over Mary:" they ask
ed one another in the kitchen. "She
acts like she was somebody else and
herself too, The night lay about her
as any other winter night-white and
black-a clean white world. ON which
men set pattern Of highway and shell
ter; clean dark sky. on which il story
is written in stars. and between-nO
mystery, but only growth. Out toward
the drawbridge the road was not we'll
broken. She went. stumbling in the
ruts and hardly conscious of them.
And Mary thought:
Something in me is glad.
Its as If something in me knew how
to be glad more than ever knew how
alone
'For I'm nothing but me here in Old
Trail Town. and yet it's as If some
thing had come, secret. on purpose to
make me know why to be glad.
<, Its something in the world bigger
than know about.
Its in me. and l guess it was in
folks before me. and it will be in folks
always.
1T isn't just for Ebenezer Rule and
the city.
"1t's for everybody. here in Old Trail
Town as much as anywhere.
ITS for folks that's hungry for it,
and it's for folks that amt.
"It's always been in the world. and
it always will be in the world. and
some day We'll know what to do
But this was hardly in her feeling
or even in her thought; it lay within
her thanksgiving that the child was
coming and he only a little way down
there across the marsh.