Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1915-04-16

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frightened, darling. It's all right.
Listen to me! Mrs. Desmond is as
safe as"
"Oh, Freddy, Freddy" she walled.
not by way of comprehending. oh,
Freddy, dear!" Her nerves gave way.
She was sobbing convulsively when
they came to the lower hall.
In great distress, he clasped her in
his arms, mumbling incoherent words
of love, encouragement-even ridicule
for the fear she betrayed. Far from
his mind was the real cause of her I'M
happy plight.
there she sobbed and trembled as
with a mighty, racking chill. Her fin
gers clutched his arm with the grip
Of one who clings to the edge OF a
precipice with death below. Her face
was buried against his shoulder.
you will come with me, Freddy?"
she was whispering, clinging to him
as one in panic.
Yes, yes. Don't be frightened, Lyd-
dy. II know everything is all right
now. I'm sure of It."
"Oh, I'm sure too, dear. l have al
ways been sure" she cried, and ne
understood, as she had understood.
Despite the protests of Jones, they
dashed out into the blighting thun-
derstorm. The rain beat down in tor
rents, the din was Internal. AS the
door closed behind them Lydia, in the
ecstasy of freedom from restraint bit
terly imposed, gave vent to a shrill
cry of relief. Words, the meaning of
which he could not grasp, babbled
from her lips as they descended the
steps. One sentence fell vaguely clear
from the others, and it puzzled him.
He was sure that she said: ooh, l am
so glad, so happy we are out Of that
house-you and 1 together"
Close together, holding tightly to
each other, they breasted the whirling
sheets of rain. The big umbrella a
of little protection to them, although
held manfully to break the force of
the cold flood of waters. They bent
their strong young bodies against the
wind, and a sort of wild, impish hilar-
ity took possession of them. 1t was
freedom, after all. They were fighting
a force in nature that they understood
and the sharp, staccato cries that
came from their lips were born of an
exultant glee which neither of them
could have suppressed nor controlled.
Their hearts were as wild as the tenn
pest about them.
Mrs. nncrnNnd fh ROW oman tho 60Nr
as their wet, soggy feet came slosh-
ing down the hall. Frederic's arm
was about Lydia as they approached,
and both of their drenched faces were
wreathed in smiles-gay, exalted
smiles. The mother, white-faced and
fearful, stared for a second at the
amazing pair, and then held out her
arms to them.
She was drenched in their embrace.
No one thought Of the havoc that was
being created in that swift, impulsive
Il must run back home," exclaimed
Frederic. Lydia placed herself be-
tween him and the Dol.
mo! I want you to stay" she cried.
He stared. What a funny ideal"
Wait until the rain is over" added
Mrs. Desmond.
mo, no." cried Lydia. Il e for
him to stay here the rest Of the night.
We can put you up, Freddy. IL
don't want you to go back there un-
til-until tomorrow"
A glad light broke in his face. "By
jove, lido you know, I'd like to stay.
IL really would, Mrs. Desmond. Can
you find a place for me?" His voice
was eager, his eyes sparkling.
YES" said the mother, quietly. al
most ~serenely. you shall have
Lydia's bed, Frederic. She can come
in with me. Yes, you must stay. Are
you not our Frederick"
Thank you." he stammered. and his
eyes fell.
Z will telephone to Jones Vie the
storm abates." said Mrs. Desmond.