Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-04-02
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was necessary. 1t told her everything
It was an outburst from a heart toe
full of emotion to grope after speech
the cry Of a man for the One Woman
who alone can call forth an infection
more eloquent than phrases and po-
STORY-FOUR
etry. And, as she came into his out
stretched arms as straight and direct
as a homing pigeon, they closed about
her in a convulsive grip that held her
straining to him, almost crushing her
in the tempest Of his emotion.
For a time there was no speech, pu'
to each Of them 1t seemed that their
tumultous heartbeating must SOUND
above the night music, and the teleg-
raphy of heartbeats tells enough. La
ter they would talk, but now, with q
gloriously wild sense Of being togeth-
er, with a mutual intoxication OF JOY
because all that they had dreamed
was true, and all that they had feared
was untrue, they stood here under the
skies clasping each other-with the
rife between their breasts. Then as
he held her close, he wondered that
a shadow of doubt could ever have ex-
isted. He wondered If, except in some
nightmare Of hallucination, 1t had ever
existed.
The flutter Of her heart was like
that of a rapturous bird, and the play
of her breath on his face like the fra
GRANGE Of the elder blossom.
These were their stars twinkling
overhead. These were their hills, and
their moon was smiling on their tryst.
He had gone and seen the world
that lured him; he had met its diff
culties and waced its puzzles. He had
even felt his feet wandering at the last
from the path that led back to her,
and now, with her 1.-THE figure close
held in his embrace, and her red
brown hair brushing her temples, he
marveled how such an instant Of doubt
could have existed. He knew only
that the silver of the moon and the
kiss of the breeze and the clasp Of her
soft arms about his neck were all part
of one great miracle. And she, who
had waited and almost despaired, not
taking count of what she had suffered,
felt her knees grow weak, and her
head grow dizzy with sheer happiness.
and wondered If it were not too mar
velous to be true. And, looking very
steadfastly into his eyes, she saw
there the gleam that once had fright
ened her; the gleam that spoke OF
something stronger and more compell-
ing than his love. 1t no longer fright
ened her. but made her soul sing,
though it was more intense than 1t
had ever been before, for now she
knew that it was she herself who
brought it to her pupils-and that
nothing would ever be stronger.
But they had much to say to each
other, and, finally, Samson broke the
silence:
did ye think I wasn't a-coming
back, Sally?" he questioned, softly. AT
that moment he had no realization
that his tongue had ever fashioned
smoother phrases. And she, too, who
had been making war on crude idoms,
forgot, as she answered.:
"Ye done said We was comm" Then
she added happy lie: II knowed
plumb shore ye'd do hit"
After a while she drew away and
said, slowly:
Samson, I've done kept the old RI
fie-gun ready fer We. Ye said ye'd
need it bad when we come back, an
I've took care Of it."
She stood there holding it, and her
voice dropped almost to a whisper AS
she added:
Its been lot of comfort to me
sometimes, because it was your'n.
knew If we stopped keerin' fer me ye
wouldn't let me keep tan as long
as I had it L" She broke off, and
the fingers Of one hand touched the
weapon caressingly.
The man knew many things now
that he had not known when he said
good-by. He recognized in the very
gesture with which she stroked the
old walnut stock the pathetic heart.
hunger of a nature which had been
denied the fulfillment Of its strength
and which had been bestowing on ar
inanimate object something that
might almost have been the stirring
of the mother instinct for a child
Now, thank God, her life should new
er lack anything that a flood-tide OF
love could bring to it. He bent his
head in a mute sort of reverence.
After a long while they found time
for the less wonderful things.
II got your letter." he said. serious
ly, land I came at once" AS he be.
gan to speak of concrete facts he
dropped again into ordinary English
and did not know that he had chang.
ed his manner Of speech.
For an instant Sally looked up into
his face, then with a sudden laugh
she informed him:
"I can say isn't instead of 'hain't,
too. How did you like my writing?'
He held her off at arms length, and
looked at her pridefully. but under his
gaze her eyes fell and her face flushed
with a sudden diffidence and a new
shyness Of realization. She wore 6
calico dress, but at her throat was g
soft little bow Of ribbon. She was nc
longer the totally unself-consciou:
wood nymph, though as natural ano
instructive as in other days. Suddenly
she drew away from him little, anc
her hands went slowly to her breast
and rested there. She was fronting 6
great crisis, but, in the first flush Of
joy she had forgotten 1t. She hao
spent lonely nights struggling for rudi.
ments: she had sought and fought tc
refashion herself, so that, If he came
he need not be ashamed of her. And
now he had come and. with terrible
clarity and distinctness, she realized
how pitifully little she had been able