The Yale expositor., 1918-07-11

| off ignorance. We know not vot We can
| dO-und We shrink vrom der unknown.
| Here ISIS acres by der dousand vree
| to der man vot can off ii make use
ind dousands vot lifts und dies und
neffer bass a home. Here ISIS goOt,
| CLEAN air-und In der shmoke und
shmells und dirty streets ISIS a ravage
Of tuberculosis. Der balance ISIS not
| true. Und in der own way der rich
| ISIS full off drOuble-drunk NIT eggcite-
ment, weary NIT pleasures. Ach, der
woods und mountains und streams,
blenty off food, und kindly neighbOr
ISIS not dot enough? Only der alb
normal wants more as dot. Und dink
der drouble ISIS largely dot der modern,
| high-bressure Civilization makes for der
| abnormal, vedder a man ISIS a million
aire or works in der brewery, content
ment ISIS state off der mind-und if
der mind works nit logic ii will content
find in der simple dings."
1t sounded like a pronouncement of
Bills. But Lauer dlu not often grow
serious. Mostly he was jovially cheer
full, and his wife likewise. The North
had emancipated them, and they were
loyal to the source of their deliver
ance. And Hazel understood, because
she herself had found the wild land
benefactor, kindly in It's silence, rest
full in its forested peace, cure for
sickness of soul. Twice now it had
rescued her from herself.
November and December went their
| appointed way-and still no word of
Bill. If now and then her pillow was
wet she struggled nightly against de-
| preston. She was not lonely in the
dire significance of the word-but she
longed passionately for him. And
she held fast to her faith that he
would come.
The last of the old year she went
little abroad, ventured seldom beyond
the clearing. And on New Years eve
Jake Lauer's wife came to the cabin
to stay.
| Hazel sat up, wide awake, on the in
slant. There was not the slightest
sound. She had been deep in sleep.
Nevertheless she felt, rather than
knew, that some one was in the living
room. Perhaps the sound of the door
opening had filtered through her slum-
Der. She hesitated an instant, not
through fear, because in the months of
living alone fear had utterly forsaken
her; but hope had leaped so often,
only to fall sickeningly, that she was
half persuaded 1t must be a dream.
Still the impression strengthened. She
slipped out of bed. The door of the
bedroom stood slightly ajar.
Bill stood before the fireplace. his
shaggy fur cap pushed far back on his
head, his gauntlets swinging from the
cord about his neck. She had left a
| great bed of Goals on the hearth, and
the glow shone redly on his frost-scab-
bed face. But the marks of bitter trail
bucking, the marks of frostbite, the
stubby beard, the tiny icicles that still
clustered on his eyebrows while these
traces of hardship tugged at her heart
they were forgotten when she saw the
expression that overshadowed his face.
Wonder and unbelief and longing were
all mirrored there. She took a shy
step forward to see what riveted his
| gaze. And despite the choking SEN
sation in her throat she smiled-for
she had taken off her little, beaded
moccasins and left them lying on the
bearskin before the fire, and he was
staring down at them like a man fresh
Weakened from a dream, unbelieving
and bewildered.
With that she opened the door and
ran to him. He started, as If she had
been a ghost. Then he opened his arms
and drew her close to him.
"Bill, Bill, what made you so long?"
she whispered. 81 guess it served me
right, but it seemed a never-ending
time"
"What made me so longw he
echoed, bending his rough cheek down
against the warm smoothness of hers.
Lord, 1 didn't know you wanted me.
/ amt no telepathist, hon. You never
peeped one little word since 1 left.
How long you been here?"
"Since last September" She smiled
up at him. didn't Courvoiseur's man
deliver a message from me to the
miner Didn't you come in answer to
my noteT'
"Great Caesars ghost-since Sep
tember-alone You poor little girl -
he murmured. mo, If you sent word
to me through Courvoiseur never got
IL. Maybe something happened to his
man. left the Klappan with the first
snow. Went poking aimlessly over
around the Finlay river with a couple
of trappers. Couldn't settle down.
Never heard a word from you. I'd
given you up. just blew in this way
by sheer accident. Girl, girl, you don't
know how good IL is to see you again,
to have this warm body of yours cud-
died up to me again. And you came
right here and planted yourself to wait
till turned up?"
Sure" She laughed happily. 'But
I sent you word, even II you never got
IL. Oh, well, IL doesn't matter. Moth
ing matters now. You're here. and
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