Evening star., 1915-02-07

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Macfarlane possessed and had purchased the lots and
rights that were numbered slip of paper she carried.
Less than fifty dollars remained of the hardearned
ings. Eve did not grudge the outlay.
W/HEN the stranger returned week later Adam
hid in the barn. The audacity of his wfe's deed
appalled, him; while its brilliant success overshadowed
its wickedness Eve, however, proved herself amply
capable of facing and outacng the angry, bitter
tongued The fury of his attack spent itself vainy
upon the codly brilliant fencer opposed him. Her
darng, raper-ike tongue stung and stabbed him into
helpessness. Her invneable audacity and unabashed
candor slenced alike protestation and appeal He had
been accounted too, and with abundant reason
only with men and beasts.
"If had a woman like you, I'd own the world!" he
exclaimed when he realized the mpossbty of reganing
what he had lost from her steely grasp.
"You would own, like him. just what gave you' she
retorted scornfully, pointing to Adam. Like him you
l know nothing of tomorrow, and
day and night to me-
When Adam left the farm and moved to Havilah,
Macfarane went with them, the servant of those who
had robbed him. Why he went he could explain to
himself except that the woman exerted upon him
compelling irresistible fascination not because she
a woman; for to him Eve passonless gold, with
the same alurng power-a splenddly fashioned woman
of ice, clear and hard diamond.
He spent his wages in drink. Sometimes the dor
mant within him whipped and spurred, he
that he would break the strengthening bonds; but the
impulse soon passed, the power of sustained grip
missing. With it had gone the bulldog, venturesome
spirit of other days.
There those who lamented the changed appear
of Havilah. Gone the multicolored glories
of the forest. Rows of gaunt derricks replaced the
pines Eve in the cavernous quarries sepul-
chers from which a richer and fuller existence had
emerged. She heard music of the morning stars
Creation in the rhythmic beat of the engines, the
and clater of the crushers, the shrek of the
whistle. She looked forth upon her creation, and lo
it very good.
THEN came little Abel A few minutes after he
born Eve asked to see him, and for once fear
stood in her eyes. Her keen glance searched the tte
red, puckered face eagerly, fearully Then fear
ished
Lay him at my side,' she commanded, satisfied.
When she opened her eyes again the doctor and
marveled the change. The cold dominating beauty
transfgured with the tenderness and glory of
motherhood. The child grew and fourished, sturdy
limbed merry faced little chap, quickblooded, vital,
generous, tiny masculine Eve, naserul, wilful; yet
with wealth of affection, magically winsome.
Night and day Eve watched the child, tasting the
bittersweet JOYS of motherhood, knowing the bliss of
and the deadly fear of loss She selected his
playmates with rigorous discrimination knowing not
that the only democracy earth is in the Republic of
Childhood. With the whimsical wisdom of children,
the friend to whom little Abel devoutly at
tached was the social Ishmaelte, Jim Macfarlane.
The Morrow Man pit boss for ADAM his knowl-
edge of local mining being un-
rivaled Moreover he had
terfu yet good-natured way of
read its handling the chdishlv passionate