Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-11-20
CHAPTER xxx.
The Miracle,

Il shall know it" he had thought.
when it comes"
| And as he drove there came to him
the knowledge of his miracle. 1t came.
| not with the lazy luxuriousness OF
youth drifting, ignorant and caring not
| for wisdom, toward a mate, nor yet
with the ecstatic feverish excitement
| of the passionate man, but with deep,
solemn, all-pervading joy. Peace fol-
| lowed 1.-THE peace of gertrude, for :
he knew that in the woman who had
sinned he had found the one who fit
! ted into him as a member into It's
body, completed him, with him formed
the perfect unity-of content, for he
knew that from it's infinite precious
ness neither trial nor failure, disap-
pointment nor misstep could subtract.
"She must know he thought. she
must be made to know-that nothing
else counts-that we are to begin over
again together"
He remembered his mission.
There was a rumble of thunder. He
glanced overhead and saw the black
ened sky, heard the rushing wind. A
few scattered drops fell. He urged the
horse forward.
He was miles away from the village
and near the foot Of hill that tow
cred we'll above its neighbors. He
smiled as he saw trace of an old
road, almost obliterated by weeds, that
led zigzagging up the eminence. 1t
was Hedges Hill and near the crest,
he remembered, was the clubhouse that
sheltered the unhappy Piotr.
The storm overlook him before he
was halfway up the hill. When he
reached the clearing on the edge of
which stood the shed, he made his
horse fast to a tree, and drenched to
the skin by the pelting rain, entered
the shelter.
7 At first, in the shadows OF the win
| dowless shed, he saw no signs of Plotr.
He stood in the doorway, watching
the storm.
He had been there several minutes
when a queer choking sound came
from behind him. He turned quickly,
and as his eyes became used to the
darkness, made out the figure crouch
ing half hidden behind a bench in the
far corner.
Hello! Is that you, Piotr? What
are you doing over there?"
The noise came again.
"Is something wrong with your"
Mark went closer to him. 'Tm Mark
Truitt. Don't you know me, Piotr?"
yves" quavered Piotr.
Whats the matter-sick?"
I'm a-afraid," came the whimpering
reply. IT'S the storm"
Mark smiled pityingly. So this poor
nerve-broken creature, who covered
before little wind and rain and light
ming, was he who had set out to harm
him.
He's in a bad way" he thought.
There, now" he said, gently, I'm not
going to hurt you, Piotr"
Piotr was in his corner, half crouch
| ing, staring fixedly at Mark. His eyes
made tiny points Of light in the deep
shadow.
"D-did you come here to get me?"
"Of course did. l heard you were
hereabouts and l wasn't going to let
you stay up here and starve to death"
"Wh-what are you g-going to do with
me now?"
For one thing" Mark answered
gravely, when this rain lets up I'm
going to take you back to town and
get you in the habit of eating three
square meals day. l think it's be-
ginning to let up little now"
Who" came Piotr's ouayering
voice, who told you was here?"
"The doctor who found you yesten
1ay-and Kazia."
"Kazia! She-she is here?"
yes. She came TO get YOU"
"She knows?"
she guessed-she and the Matka
guessed--you were up to some mis-
chief. You frightened the Matka with
your Wild talk But Wen discuss thar
later Come, veil make a start n,w.r
CTo BE Continued