Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1914-12-24

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hearts OF maidens. BY a tremendous
effort he pulled himself together and
smiled. -
why. nothing was the matter. child,
| was only thinking" -
But there was something in his tone
that made Ruth draw back. In her in
nocence she had not learned to discern
the difference between the various
rude passions that govern this world.
She was still afraid. She crept u the
door.
Gallon let his head fall on the table
upon his empty arms. :
AS Ruth closed the door softly be-
hind her she saw a light burning in
John DORIS cabin, and there flooded
over her a sense Of relief that there
was some n to whom she. could 20.
Careless Of maiden modesty, western
girl us she was. obsessed By. the fear
Of that strange scene she had just left
in the bungalow, she fed up the hill
toward that one beacon that held u
hope Of life and-did she know it?-
love.
Once at the door she knocked hard
because It seemed to bel. that she had
been pursued up the hill by som
strange and miserable demon.
John, joint" she cried.
The door was flung open. and he ap.
peared. his bulk filing the yellow open
ing from jamb to jamb.. 49," 80
The moment he appeared it came
over her that she had done an, uncon-
ventional thing, yet there was that de-
mon Of fear creeping up the hill after
her, and she turned her eyes to the
kind, brave face Of the engineer and
held out her slender arms, and whis.
pered: John. + don't understand.
Something has happened. l am scared"
John Dorr looked down at her fair
face for a moment and shut his eye
lids. Was it true that she had finally
come to him? He, too, felt the presage
Of dread, Way down the hill, across
the gulch drenched in moonlight and
shadows. it seemed to him that he saw
one. Of those grotesque and impossible
figures, mirages Of the desert night,
Then he took Ruth into his strong
arms. - 2
Thus It Is in this world that those
whose arms are empty feel the fingers
Of fear al their threats. and only those
whose arms are filled can look boldly
into the night and defy the fiends, Of
darkness. @@ g
And the man whose arms held moth
ing, whose hands were clinched In an
agony Of eliminating fear. saw through
the window a figure of a man on horse
back on the crest of the hill.
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A tall, dark. stern man. who did not
tip the porter, got of the Overland ex-
press at Silent Valley. The little ham
let lay there Like a mirage Of some
mans dream. There was but one IA.
miliar building in the place. and Harry
Wilkerson gazed at II and smiled.
well" he said audibiy. this looks
like old times! Now to find Galion!!'
It seems that in that clear dusk which
MARKS the border fine between fife
and death we see things more clearly
than at any other time. and Harry
Wilkerson. az he looked over the famil.
lar valley. remembered that long night
when almost mortally wounded BY
Thomas Gallons bullet he had crept
to safety. Every peak, gully and gtulch
was as plain to him as It vas on that
night, but this time It conveyed i diff
ferent meaning. During those fong
hours Of agony and thirst years ago
this scene had meant to him simply a
hell from which he must struggle out
Now It was a paradise he was going
to regain. sf
He bad heard a great deal about CAL