Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-09-29

"You're q wonder!" he exclaimed.
wifi, me tea houses on the path 10 LAs
summit Of the Matterhorn. Then. too
something triumphantly feminine shons
fury, but the sun occasionally shOne
through the clouds with vivid spleli-
dor. 1T is December now" shouted
Waylund as he put on his slicker and
covered low to his saddle. 1T will
be January Soon."
I'VE will make it Christmas dinner
she laughed, end her glowing good hui.
NOR warmed his heart. She was en-
tirely her cheerful self again.
AS they rose the view became mag
niticent. wintry. sparkling. The great
clouds. drifting like ancient warships
heavy with armament, sent down chill
showers Of hail over the frosted gold
of the grassy slopes. but when the
shadows passed the sunlight descend
ed in silent cutnracts deliciously spriuy
like. The comics squeaked from the
rocky ridges and Il brace Of eagles cir
cling about Il lone cr;lg. as If eXultlnS
In their sovereign mastery Of the air.
screamed in shrill ecstatic duo. The
sheer cliffs on their Swallowed sides
were violently purple. Everywhere the
landscape exhibited crashing contrasts
Of primary pigments which bit into
consciousness like the flare Of mar
tial band
1t was nearly > o'clock when they
began to drop down behind the rocky
ridges of the eastern slope. and soon.
in the bottom of IL warm and shelter.
ed hollow just at timber line. Berrie
drew her horse to stand and slipped
from the saddle. well rest here an
hour" she said. land cook our grouse.
or are you too hungry to waltz"
~ can wait" he answered dramati
cally. But it seems as If had never
eaten"
well, then. We'll save the grouse till
You bring some water while l start E
fire."
And so, while the tired horses crop
ped the russell grass. she boiled some
coffee and laid out some bread and
meat, while he sat by watching her
and absorbing the beauty Of the scene.
the charm Of the hour. 1T Is exactly
like warm afternoon in April" he
said. land here are some Of the spring
flowers"
There now. sit by and eat" she
said. with humor, and in perfectly re-
stored tranquility they ate and drank.
with no thought OF critics or Of rivals
They were alone. and content to be so.
1t was deliciously sweet and restful
there in that sunny hollow on the
breast Of the mountain. The wind
swept through the worn branches OF
the dwarfed spruce with immemorial
usefulness. but these young souls
heard it only as Il far Off song. Side
by side on the soft Alpine clover they
rested and talked. looking away at thu
shining peaks, and down over the dark
green pillows of fir beneath them
Half tie forest WAS under their eyes
at the moment. and the man said: us
it not magnificent! 1t makes me proud
Of my country. Just think, all thi>
SlOl SpIcit4 u I'LL uIIO NALSS III
der your fathers direction-l may 81!
under your direction, for notice Ii.
docs just about what you tell him t.
do"
You've noticed that?" she laughed
IF were a man I'd rather be super
visor of this forest than congressman
so would L." he agreed. Nash says
you are the supervisor l wonder it
your father realizes how efficient you
are? Does he ever sorrow over your
not being Il boy
Her eyes shone with mirth. Not
that can notice. He pears con-
tented"
You're good deal like son to
him. l imagine. You can do about all
that boy can do. anyhow-more than
l.. could eyer do Does be- realize how
go