Charlevoix county herald., 1917-09-28
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LOVE WINS OUT
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tnrOneu on granite pouiuSE, win sao
golden red flaming all around her and
upon her fair young head. And Eric
Leifson, the bold, tall youth. who had
dared to risk every hope OF happi-
ness in a stumbling declarati IN OF de-
y.tion, stared up at her in joyful
amaZement.
'You love me-" he cried, you love
me, a poor struggling Norw egian far
mer, and you the daughter of mill
ionaire and the most beautiful girl In
the world" EYES," she answered in
her deep, sweet voice. II love you."
and smiling a little at his lover-like
praise, she added whimsically: Won't
yen believe me. Eric7"
He sprang to his feet and took her
boldly in his arms.
"Oh. Marjorie, it seems too good to
b. true" he whispered. IL could not
help speaking, but / never dared even
In my widest dreams to hope for
this"
Gently releasing herself she looked
al her watch.
Come, It IL time for me TO return"
she said. Father is always angry If
| keep him waiting for his break
fast"
"Oh. 1 am afraid had forgotten
your father" he said blankly.
Goodbye" said Eric, disconsolate-
ly as they came near the little inn
which had the honor of sheltering
Majorie and her wealthy father. 'Pll
come and see your father directly
after breakfast"
The scene was certainly not an IN.
spring one, the lover thought as he
stood upon the threshold OF the little
inn. The prevailing note was a mel
aLcholy gray-gray sky, gray granite
and gray hills tinged with steamy
mist and the famous Gray Wethers"
OF Siddal Fjord-a group OF boulders
which seen from a distance bear
II arvelous resemblance to a flock OF
grazing sheep, looked more astonish-
iugly like real gray wethers than
ever.
However, he pulled himself together
and boldly asked to see Mr.. Edward
Petersen.
The millionaire was awaiting him,
walking up and down in the garden
lack Of the inn. He was lanky, hard,
gray-haired man, with stern mouth
but twinkling humorous eyes. A de-
cent enough old fellow at heart, but
little conceited by reason OF his sue.
cess.
Very deliberately Eric scanned his
man, and without waiting for an in
v4tation sat down.
Look here, Mr.. Petersen" he said
conciliatingly. 81 know It must seem
rather presumptious to you, but
can't help it-reaiiy T,ca2't.s,1 love
Marjorie and she loves me- And we
can't help that now, can WEI"
you may be lacking In money, but
you are not lacking in cheek" he said
CURLY
"The question" Eric continued, ig-
noring the sheer, "is-what are you
g0ing to do about It? Are you going to
forbid the match, or are you going to
let love have it's way?"
II am going to forbid the match"
replied Mr.. Petersen, clenching his
fists determinately
But why7" Eric asked In the most
innocent surprised tone in the world.
Il love your daughter, and she loves
me. Why should you refuse us per.
mission to marry?"
"Confound you," cried the American
angrily. you can not possibly keep
her in the style she has been accus-
lined to-"
Il can make living. shan't starve
her. Wholesome food-not your rich
inCigestible messes-and little work
won't hurt her"
Then the storm broke.
Get out" Numbered the million.
alre. get out before you are hurt.
never heard such impudence in all my
life."
why should get out?" Eric asked
quietly. II am your equal, there is
nothing outrageous in my wanting to
marry your daughter"
my equal are you'll Do you know
young man, could buy you up hun
dred times and never feel it? Why
YOU conceited young jackass have
over million sheep out there"
II have a few OF them myself up
tere," replied the young man, wav-
Ing his hand in the direction OF the
salters.
The American glanced scornfully
that way and his eyes fell on the Gray
Wethers, apparently feeding on the
side OF the hill.
Pooh, you have not enough to feed
my hands for day." he cried, six
hundred kroner would buy them"
II will take four hundred for the
lot" said Eric quickly. spot cash."
The American looked at him keenly.
why do you want to sell them?"
Perhaps I want to go to California
10 make my fortune and come back
and ask you once more for your
daughters hand" said Eric lightly.
Now Ed Petersen was a man who
never Lat an opnortuuitv slim N fash