The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-07-12

til we come to the end Of the plow
and then--but no, I won't anticipate,
This way!" p
They reached the end of the plowed
field and. passing through gate,
turned abruptly to the left and began
to climb narrow path which bordered
the boundary wall. and which became
sleeper every moment. AS they as
cended. the orchard and the long. low
house on the other side seemed to liz
almost at their feet. The road and the
open mOorland beyond. stretching ia
the encircling hills, came more clearly
into sight with every backward glance.
Louise paused at last, ,breathless.J
us, it the, home of the, faSiasl you
are taking me to?'s she asked tM you
have discovered uthat. NO yM9qdRr y6u
find MS Ordinary women a1utstde your
livesr'Nlaia'p 10 lnGne 'Gpil bnoS@2- ~.
He 1aughed!'n '@iiE ,3'Es'' a7<
.'There ire no. fairies where We are
going" he assured her. ;'s, 80 ga
They were on roughly made road
now, WHICH sturned n abruptly to the
right a few yards ahead, skirting the
side Of q deep gorge. They took a few
steps further. and Louise stopped short
with a cry ol!wondeT.] &48t@ g:f: s> ~
Around the abrupt 'cornefa an entirely
new perspective whs revealed Ia little
hamlet built on '%shodMeflY t the
mountain, and on the rEhfaSa.R %HsRwq a
steep descent, a wide and SUNNY "a LEY,
1t was like q tiny world of jt$76wn,
hidden in the ihOsom Of the hills. There
was a long line Of farm buildings, built
Of gray stone and rooted with red tiles
there were fifteen or twenty stacks; a
quaint, whitewashed house of consid'
cradle size, almost covered on the
southwark side with creepers; a row
Of cottages, and gray.walled inclo.
sure-stretching with its white tomb
stones to the very brink Of the descent
in the midst of which was an ancient
church, in ruins at the farther end,
partly rebuilt with the stones Of the
hillside. .-,.a,-.>5 .-z . . -. g..
Louise looked around her, silent with
wonder. 1T isn't real, is it?' she
asked, clinging for moment to Johpq
Strangewey's arm. sa>r
d "Why MOI? You asked where the lane
was that we TILED. Now look down
Hold my arm II you feel giddy.'
She followed the wave Of his ash
stick. The valley sheer below them
and the, lower hills on both sides, were
parceleda out into fields, inclosed within
stone walls, reminding her from the
height mt which they stood, of nothing
SO much rs tie guilt upon her bed. ~,
I Her eyes swept this strange tract o.
country backward and forward. She
saw the men like specks in the fields
the cows grazing in the pasture like
toy animals. Then she turned anc
looked at the neat row Of stacks and
the square Of farm buildings.
II am trying hard to realize That
you are farmer aud that this is
your life" she said.
He swung open the wooden gate Of
the churchyard, by which they were
standing. There was a row of graves
on either side of the prim path.
Suppose" he suggested, you tell
me about, yourself now-about your
own life" 81
MY life, and the world in which I
live, seem far away just now" she
said quietly. II think that it is doing
me good to have. rest from them.
Talk to me about yourself, please"
He smiled. He was just a little dis
appointed ,.-, -.
1--WE shall very soon reach the end
Of all that have to tell you," he re.
marked. "Still, II there is anything
you would like to know"
"Wh0 were these men and women
who have lived and died hereT she
interrupted, with a little wave of her
hand toward the graves.
"All our own people," he told her.
She studied the names upon the
tombstones, spelling them out slowly.
"The married people," he went on,
"are buried on the south side; the
single ones and children are nearer
the wall. Tell me-" he asked, after a
moments hesitation, 'are You married
or single?"
n She gave q little start The abrupt.
mesa of the ouaafion tho kao., s,Aoaa