The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1917-11-01

Farther u on the plain she went
and then stopped. with the golden
glow Of the autumn moon and the stars
shimmcring In her hair and eyes. 1t
was many minutes before the cry came
again, and thcn il was So near that
Joan put her hands to her mouth, and
her cry rang out over the plain as In
the days of old.
"Kazan! Kazan! Kazan!"
At the top of the Sun Rock, Gray
Wolf gaunt and thinned by starva-
tion-heard the woman's cry, and the
call that was In her throat died away
in q whine. And To the north a swiftly
moving shadow stopped for Il moment,
and stood like a thing of rock under
the starlight. 1t was kazan. a strange
fire leapcd through his body. Every
fiber Of his brute understanding was
afire with the knowledge that here was
home. 1t was here. long ago, hat he
had lived. and loved. and fOught-and
all AT nee the dreams that had grown
faded and indlstinct In his memory
came back TO him as real living things.
For, coming TO him faiutly over the
plain, he heard Joan'S voice!
In the starlight Joan stood, tense
and white, when from out Of the pale
her, cringing ON his belly, painting and
Wind-run. and with n strange whining
note in his throat. And as Joan went
10 him, her arms reaching out. her lips
Sohhing his name over and over again,
the man stood and looked down upon
them with the wonder of a new and
greater understanding I'm his face. He
had no fear Of the WOlf-dOg now. And
us Joan's arms Rugged Kazan'S great
shaggy head up TO her he heard the
whining gaSidng joy of the beast and
the Sobbing whispering voice Of the
girl, and with tenSely grlpped hands
he faced the sun Rock.
GOOD heavens - he breathed 81 be-
lleye-it's So
As If in response to the thought In
his mind, there came once more across
the plain Gray VOLTS mate-seeking
cry of grief and of loneliness. Swiftly
as though struck by a lash Kazan was
on his feet-obllvious Of Joan's touch,
Of her voice, OF the presence Of the
man. In another instant he was gone,
and Joan flung herself against her
husbands breast, and almost fiercely
took his face between her two hands.
snow do you belicye?" she cried
pantlngly. "Now do you believe In the
God Of my world-the God | have lived
with, the God that gives souls to the
wild things, the God that-that has
brought-us all-together-once more
His arms closed gently about her.
Il believe, my joan" he whispered.
"And you undcrstand-now-what
It means, Thou shalt not kill?'"
Except that it brings us life-yes,
| understand" he replied.
Her warm, soft hands stroked his
face. Her blue eyes, filled with the
glory of the stars, looked up into his.
"Kazan and she-you and land
the baby! Are you sOrry-that we
came back" she asked.
So close he drew her against his
breast that she did not hear the words
he whispered In the soft warmth Of
her hair. And after that, for many
hours, they sat In the starlight In
front Of the cabin door. But they did
not hear again that lonely cry from
the Sun Rock. Joan and her husband
understood.
Hell visit us again tomorrow" the
man said Mt last. -Come, Joan, let us
go to bed"
Together they entered the cabin.
And that night, side by side, Kazan
and Gray Wolf hunted again in the
moonlit plain.
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