The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1917-02-01

please
Yet when he spoke her name her
| head leaped back. and she recognized
him instantly.
II tried to wait" she Chartered with
all the voice size had left. Il tried to
sit still until some one came for me,
but thought knew the way. ! tried
not to listen to the noises. ! remem-
bered about the stars, and | knew ]
shouldn't run. But thought you
| were-I thought you were
Remembered terror choked her. Con
sciousness slipped away.
By the same trail which once had led
him to the "city" of Morrison he car
ried her now to that cabin which stood
on the balsam knoll in the crook of the
| west branch.
His head was spinning from fatigue
and the throb of the jagged tear above
his temple when the log building,
streaked white with clay chinking,
loomed up ahead. and yet involuntarily
he stopped there a moment with his
burden.
He had pictured many times a night
when he should bring her there, with
both of them watching the moon in
the rapids and listening to the waves
| Tipping the banks. This was not that
night. That night would never be. But
the rebellion and bitterness were gone
| from his heart After he had removed
| her wet shoes and stockings and brush
whipped suit and sheer black blouse
and she slept the sleep of exhaustion
| into which she had slipped from IN
consciousness without even opening
. her eyes he built fire and sat before
1t, until morning came. And when II
| dawned and she walked daZedly while
be was preparing breakfast he had fin
ished reconstructing many things.
Her eyes went from wall TO wall,
frightened still and questioning at first,
80 he merely nodded and went outside
and left her to remember alone. Re
turning with wood on his arm, he
found recollection of much in her gaze.
She was looking at the thin heeled,
| buttoned boots before the fireplace, the
stockings and furred garments cleaned
of mud and dried on the backs of
chairs. 4 cloud of color stole up from
the blanket edge at her throat to the
| line of her hair.
You were wet" he explained sim
ply. land you were too spent to help
| yourself. could not let you sleep In
| them"
IL understand" her answer faltered
a little. Il was just thinking. | knew
such things happened. but | thought it
was only in books"
Drowsily she watched him bending
over frying pan and coffeepot, content
| herself to lie and rest. But after a
time, with fuller awakening, the band
age about his head claimed her atten-
| ton. To her ii seemed impossible that
| this smoothly shaven man in clean blue
shirt could be the same one who had
/ emerged from struggle still sicken
! ingly british to her. Inyoluntarily she
shudiered little without knowing
| that ne watched
81 am going to the spring for fresh
water" he told her then. There will
be time for you to dress. and breakfast
will he ready when ] come back"
Submissive before his tone she re
/ piled that she was hungry; that she
would be ready too. She had donned
blouse and skir: and stockings and
shoes and finished braiding her hair
when he re-entered. He showed her a
tin basin outside filed with icy water
for her face and hands. And then they
sat down III silence to breakfast.
Il told you that you would find out
some day. Barbara murmured finally.
Il warned you you would wake sud
denly and see how shallow ! am
Waking has been no sudden thing
with me. / finished with dreams
long time back, but you are what you
have been always IN my thoughts. Its
conditions I've walked to. not your
With unwilling gruffness he had
sometimes spoken to her, hut never
with such constrained vehemence.
why should find fault in anything
you have done or failed TO dof' he
demanded of both her and himself
why should you be apologize or re-
gretful? Such a thing as | had to do
two days ago has held no place In
your world and never could, but /
can't find it In myself to be apologize
either, because it is part OF mine.
| meant TO kill him-wanted TO Kill him
because / was certain of your scorn.
That was vindictive; that was foolish
for a man. But as for the rest of 1T
know / may have 1t all to do over
again any day. 1t was q vulgar brawl
to you; to me-
Not just a brawl," she contradicted
quickly, anxious to be understood.
"Just-oh, so needlessly brutal AT
first 1t left me only dazed and nause
ated, but after had had time to think
l made myself see your side of it.
You must crush characterization. And
stin 1t seems as though there might