White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-12-30

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and air 1t sought to render; but. upon
completing the portion it did know. 1t
instantly began again and sang thar
portion over and over with brightest
patience. Thus:
MY countree. It's of thee.
Sweet and of liber-tee,
My eountree. It's OF thee,
Sweet and of lber-tee,
My countree, It's OF thee,
Sweet land OF liber-tee.
My countree, tits OF thee,
Sweet land of liber-tee,
Ny countree, It's
Jane spoke unconsciously. Its Fred.
die" she said.
William leaped TO his feet. This was
something he could not bear. He made
q bloodthirsty dash toward the gate.
which the singer was passing.
You get out o. berer' William roared.
The song stopped. Freddie Banks
ned like a rag on the wind.
Now here is a strange matter.
Tit antique prophets prophesied sue.
cessfully; they practiced with some
ease that art since lost, but partly re-
discovered by NJ. Maeterlinck, who
proves TO is that the future already
exists, simultaneously with the pres
ent. Well, II his proofs be true, then
at this very moment when William
thought menaclngly Of Freddie Banks.
the bright air OF a happy June evening
an evening ordinarily reckoned ten
years. nine months and twenty-one
days In advance of this present sor-
rowful eyening-the bright air OF that
happy June evening, so far in the fu.
ture. was actually already trembling to
a wedding march played upon a church
organ. and this self same Freddie.
with n white flower ia his buttonhole
and in every detail ~accoutred as q we'd
ding usher. was an usher for this very
William who now las we ordinarily
count tlme) threatened his person.
But for more miracles:
AS William tuTped again to
his meditations upon the steps bis IN
eredulous eyes fell upon a performance
amazingly beyond fantasy and with
out parallel rs a means to make scorn
of him. Not ten feet from the porch,
and In lie white moonlight that made
brilliant the path to the gate. Miss
Mary Randolph Klrsted was walking.
She was waking with insulting pom.
posity in her most pronounced semi.
circular ann
you get our o. herei" she said I'm a
voice Us deep and hoarse as she could
make Ii. You get out o. herel'
Her intention was as plain as the
noon. she was presenting In her W
person d sketch of William, by this
means expressing her opinion of him
and ayenging Jane.
"You get out o. herel" she croaked.
The shocking audacity took Williams
breath. He gasped.
"Why. you-you"- he cried. you
you sooty faced little girl"
In this fashion he directly addressed
Miss Mary Randolph Kirsted for the
FIRST time In his life.
And that was the strangest thing OF
this strange evening, s%trangest be-
cause. as with life itself. there was
nothing remarkable upon the surface
of II. But II NJ. Maeterlinck has the
right of the matter and II the bright
air of that June evening, almost eleven
years In the so called future, was In
deed already trembling to "Lohengrin,'
then william stood with Johnnie Wat
son against a great bank Of flowers at
the door of a church aisle, that aisle
was roped with white satin ribbons.
and William and Johnnie were wait
Ing for something important TO hap
pen. And then, TO the strains Of Here
Comes the Bride" II did-a stately,
solemn. ~roseate. gentle young thing
with bright eyes seeking through a
veil for Williams eyes.
Yes. II great NJ. Maeterlinck is right.
II seems that William ought to have
caught at least some eerie echo OF that
wedding march. however faint-some
ba rs or strains adrift before their time
upon the moonlight Of this September
night In his eighteenth year.
For there. beyond he possibility of
any fate to intervene or OF any later
vague f~ragmentary memory OF even
Miss Pratt to Impair. there In that
moonlight was his future before him.
He started forward %furiously. You
-you-you title
But he paused, not wasting his breath
upon the empty air.
His bride TO be was gone
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