The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-07-10

lie: How she had worked a shaved
for bis welfare! And he was grateful
tor it. He loved her III u good son
should love q good mother. II she had
never come between them all would
have been we'll.
Then came the proud thought: Why
should they have wished to set her
aside for another? She came OF Il
great old line. away back. No d III
the wide space Of the old L~aurentians
could boast Of better forbears than
she-men known in the old land for
their loyalty, their fearlessness. their
love Of right. What II the fniquities OF
an erring son were visited upon bis
children's children! The blood would
revive. and revive again!
A greenwood log In the 6re fell with
a heavy thud. and the roar of its burn
ing started anew; water OOzed from Its
sawed front with a Kissing sound and
dropped into the fery bed.
"Doctor!"
The word recalled him. he started
slightly. then sat forward.
If you had known the other way
to the Ridge It might have been poa-
sible to get there"
What do you meant What other
way?"
''There's a way around the south
side Of the Hewston hill. just a wide
footpath in summer. under the rock
all the way. 1t Is sheltered from north
winds. but the snow drifts In deep.
1t might be done on Shoes"
II will try It now" he said.
'You could not go alone. | would
have to go. too-to guide you"
"Your" he exclaimed. ~"Impossible!
The very devil is abroad"
i've been out in as bad IL this be-
FORE" she said. Il had no fear then.
and I have none now. It's because I'm
weathered."
A faint light, alternately visible for
a moment and obscured by the clouds
Of driving snow. sent hope to the
hearts of two people struggling blind.
~ forward.
For two long hours they had match
ed their united strength to that Of the
storm. now vanquishing 1t, again all
but overcome by its mad force.
But they still stumbled on with eyes
fixed steadily upon the beacon.
The next thing was the hum Of
voices. the soft rubbing Of hands and
feet and a gradually returning con.
seriousness of identity. Of situation and
of circumstance.
"Ah, there! She'll soon be round.
Just to think of it! She always had
grit. Don't you mind how she always
walked her two miles to school. storm
or sunshine. sometimes wading through
snow to the waist2 Never missed a
day.
AYE. | do. And I'll tell ye this: 1t
may not be Christianlike. and it's not
a nice thing to say in the house Of the
dying. but If I were Lena Miller I'd
never have done 1t for her"
The girls returning senses caught
the word dying" and she raised her
self partly to ask. with a weak voice:
WAS he too later
mo. dear. He is here to do all that
can be done-to give her relief from
pain. No one can save when the Lord
has called"
A long silence came, broken only by
the tick Of the tall clock in the corner
and the cry Of the great storm without.
Then some m came through the hail
way and paused at the kitchen door.
LENA Miller 10 called. She must
come"
For 4 minute the girl scarcely under
stood. Then. hesitatingly. unsteadily.
she rose and with assistance walked
to the door of the sick chamber and
there paused.
form Of the dying woman on the bed
She went in alone. and. a hand gently
closed the door from without
Alone with his mother. lying white
and still! The face. upon which Death
had 80 surely set his marx. bore .
strange resemblance to his In the dim
light. It startled her to see q move
ment Of the lips and to hear the words:
"ls 1t you. LenaT" @~... ,s
The girl bent over her.
I'm dying. Do you hate mer'
She tried to nswer. but no words
would come. There was q tightening
Of the muscles at the throat Weak
almost to the breaking point with phys
ical and mental strain. she could
scarcely stand, but she caught q rod Of
the bed and steadied herself.
The voice went on:
I'm dying. and I've been q wicked
woman. The penalty has been paid.
The bodily suffering has been great,
but the mental anguish has been dread
full beyond words. prayed God to
send you tonight, and he has been good.
Girl. l lied to you and to my son!"
She stopped for breath and strength
to proceed. Her voice fast failed her.
81 wrote him q letter. and in that
letter | said you had gone away. far
away. to become another's wife. l
spun the story well. cleverly. Then I
let you think he had married and with