Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1917-10-02

He was content to look at her and won
der.
"Tell me-" she demanded impetu-
ously, sis this a little corner of fairy
land that you have found? Does the
sun always shine like this? Does the
earth always smell as sweetly, and are
your trees always in blossom? Does
your wind always taste as if God had
breathed the elixir of life into it?'
He turned around to follow the
sweep of her eyes. Something of the
same glow seemed to rest for a mo-
ment upon his face.
ut Is good" he said, "to find what
you love so much appreciated by some
one else"
They stood together in q silence al
most curiously protracted. Then the
plowman passed again with his team
Of horses and John called out some in
structions to him. She followed him
down to earth.
"Tell me, Mr.. Strangewey," she in
quired, 'where are your farm build
ings?
Come and I will show you," he an
swered, opening the gate to let her
through. Keep close to the hedge I'M
til we come to the end of the pillow;
and then-but no, 1 won't anticipate.
This way"
They reached the end of the plowed
field and, passing through a 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 lie
almost at their feet. The road and the
open moorland beyond, stretching to
the encircling hills, came more clearly
into sight with every backward glance.
Louise paused at last, breathless.
"Is it the home of the fairies you
are taking me to?" she asked. eff you
have discovered that, no wonder you
find us ordinary women outside your
lives %
He laughed.
There are no fairies where we are
going" he assured her.
They were on a roughly made road
now, which turned abruptly to the
right few yards ahead, skirting the
side of deep gorge. They took few
steps further, and Louise stopped short
with cry of wonder.
Around the abrupt corner an entirely
new perspective was revealed-a little
hamlet built on a shoulder of the
mountain; and on the right, below a
steep descent, a wide and sunny valley.
1t was like tiny world of it's own,
hidden in the bosom of the hills. There
was long line of farm buildings, built
Of gray stone and rooted with red tiles
there were fifteen OF twenty stacks; a
quaint, whitewashed house of consid-
cradle size, almost covered on the
southwark side with creeperS; a row
Of cottages, and a 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.
Louise looked around her, silent with
wonder. ut isn't real, is it?" she
asked, clinging for q moment to John
Strangewey's arm.
"Why not? You asked where the land
was that we titled. Now look down.
Hold my arm If you feel giddy."
She followed the wave of his ash
stick. The valley sheer below them,
and the lower hills on both sides, were
parceled out into fields, inclosed within
stone walls, reminding her from the
height at which they stood, of nothing
so much as the quilt upon her bed.
Her eyes swept this strange tract of
country backward and forward. She
saw the men like specks in the fields,