Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1916-03-23

THE rains!" they cried. the rains!
The first rains!"
And 1t was even so Nature took
hand and sent Destiny skulkine
from the havoc of her carnival The
plashings turned to a downpOur.
Among the mountains the effect was
indescribable. The thing that took place
was too big for man to grasp. It was
greater than the fires had been alone
Long sheets of water fell athwart
the world. slanting from some tilted
sea of the infinite. They dashed In
among the canyons. played along the
ridges. dashed slope and ledge and val
ley. The smoke was beaten to the
earth in blanket that spread over a
hundred miles and more. II writhed
and twisted and was lost in the clouds
of steam that fled kissing, high above
the hills The gods played with the
Coast country. Daily turned his face
away from any man and the general
went to the little south room in the
cook.shack for unaccustomed prayer.
The world turned blue with rain as
it had been white with smoke.
And the pygmies. men, who had
fought so long and failed. tossed their
blackened hands in triumph and shout
ed with the last of their voices.
For an hour, two, it rained, until
the black spikes on the devasted
slopes were blotted out.
ITS mighty unusual, rains hard s
unexpectedly the first rains" said a
man from Toledo, earnestly. Don't
ever remember ones hard. D'you,
Bill?" And Bill didn't
Presently, in the second hour of the
downpour. strange procession loomed
out of the gray-blue sheets, startling
the men who were out in it, too glad
to shirlI its worst. standing like ducks
in the ashmud.
1t was the long, shining body OF a
giant dog, still Juggling at the reins
tied to his collar, dripping black
horse. tired to the point of falling, and
a woman who sat fastened to the can
tie with strips Of broadcloath. and
whose face was not good to look upon.
1t bore upon its features the brand OF
too much horror.
They flocked around her with cheers
and eager hands, and questions that
tumbled over each other But John
Daily thrust them all aside to seize
her wrist and demand word of Sandry
and SiletA
They're up behind - the Hog
Back" she shuddered as she spoke
that name. I'VE found Hampden-set-
ting the-fres-with candles"
Here there were awed mutterings
"He-shot that-Preacher. He said
the East Belt deed-was recorded
all right-but that-he owned-the
recorder"
She seemed DULY bent on straight.
ening out some tangle. "Sandry is--a
man-despite all. Get Hampden-if
hes alive. No. don't mean-that.
He-sent me down. The horse was
near done" AS she slid down into
Daily's arms she said with her last
ounce of strength but with such com.
manding spirit that he knew she was
in deadly earnest. Get me-a convey
ance-at once want to be in Toledo
for the-night train-out."
Thus 1t came, that. as night closed
xuit IN tnrtn
country, two things of import to the
fortunes of the Dillingworth and its
owner were taking place. Poppy Ord
way stood on the platform Of the
dreary station at the lost little town
on the backwater, bound for the out
side world and the far cities.
At the same moment yet one more
procession was coming slowly down
from among the peaks, line of men
long line. for weary as they were
dozens had followed the foreman into
the wrecked, mud-deep forest-who
bore tenderly among them two sings.
1t was significant fact that scat
tered along that scarecrow line was
every man of Sandry's old crews who
had gone over to Hampden.
In one sling there swung gently the
still figure of the Preacher, its Book
upon its breast, its martial flute beside
it, its glimmerings of the Past for.
gotten. its wistful searchings ended.
In the other lay Sandry. his right
hand clasping two small dark ones
whose owner trudged faithfully beside
him refusing all offers of assistance.
A holy Joy was in his heart, his lips
moved noiselessly in the rolling Latin
of "Te Deum" This was the hour
for which he had carelessly learned II
at college.
Unashamed he acknowledged the ex
istence of that Power which he had
once denied to Siletz
And the little maid who had lost
her soul for love lifted wondering eyes
toward the west ridge, hidden in the
dim distance. where her sanctuary
the seven-foot fir stump. waited In
vain for her rites of worship
There was wistful pathos in hel
calm acceptance of the mighty price
which had been asked of her, and YET
she was content She had offered bott
her soul and body. exalted. gloritied
In that she might serve this man.