The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-07-18
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: OUT OF The FOG :


Willard sighted relief as the cross
roads signpOst doomed through the
fog. he was lost in a strange land,
n made weird, even spectral, by
: thick white vapors. The earth was
dank and slippery and dead leaves in
the autumn woods on either side gave
out a pungent, penetrating, almost
overpowering smell. He had loved 1t
as he sci. out that morning for a day
long tramp. II he had been weather
wise he would have stayed at the log
tavern Notwithstanding its rough fare
and lack of comfort.
"Fallin' weather, shore as shootin'-
but I reckon We be neither sugar ner
SALT" the landlord had said with a
glum face, yet half smiling, as he took
pay for his entertainment. Willard
had been glad to get away-so glad
1t amazed him now that he could re-
vert longlngly to the henped log fire,
the bread Of pounded cornmeal, the
buttermilk and fried bacon that had
made his supper and breakfast.
he peered up at the cross-arms.
Once they had been lettered boldly. In
clear daylight the lettering might still
he legible. He felt for matches, struck
one-it fickered out. When he sought
another his Ease proved to be empty.
AS he heard rapid hoof beats. then a
girls voice vainly crying, hushedly,
yet a%nxiously: "Are you there7 I was
10 afraid Say something-qutck-I
have felt lost this last hour"
81 am here, all right enough" VIII
lard began. The voice interrupted JOY
ously: "Then make haste and get up
before me. I couldn't get the other
horse-but Selim carries double-and
won't mind the weight. He knows the
way. I could have you ride behind
me-"
Willard mounted obediently, took
the reins from her, and held them
loosely, while she settled herself be-
hind him with a little relieved sigh,
saying: 1T would have killed me-
not to find you waiting. Yes-killed
me. The shame Of going to meet a
laggard sweetheart Oh! You must
be good to me always"
II will-God helping me-" Willard
interrupted fervently. He felt her
tremble as she leaned lightly against
him, and slipped a tiny bare hand with
in his free one. Clearly she mistook
him for the laggard with whom she
had planned to elope-as clearly II
would be the height Of cruelty to let
her discover her mistake, so long as
they were alone in this hidden world.
Selim was indeed a weight carrier
also evidently built for a hunter. Bad
as the footing was, he went CALAMITY,
up hill, down dell, along levels of slip
perry clay surface. Presently he whin-
MED, keen and shrill, and was IN
swered from afar. At the sound, he
struck into a gallop, left the beaten
road, and cut across open woodland,
leaped a ragged brush fence edging
It, and held on to a darker blur, evil
IDENTIFY a stable. Once again he called
to be answered in several keys. AL
most before they knew 1t, he fetched
up plump against a paddock fence
across which heads were thrust In
welcome.
A Pickering lantern showed a groom
approaching them-his figure gnome-
like in the light. "Whut all you done
brung back we're, ole Sellm?" he cried
affably. 81 knows 20 whicker-fur as
I kin hear It,"
"Tell your master its-the runaway
couple-to come quick-with the IL
cense-he has tive won't get down."
the girl cried, clinging to Willard, her
voice tense and edged. Here, indeed,
was a. crisis. Suddenly 1t flashed on
him that, as her husband, he might be
able to rid her Of home tyrants. So
when the minister called to them from
his back piazza, "Ride up! Don't ex-
pect me to 60 out in the wet, do ye?"
Selim was duly guided to a space a
yard in front Of him, and held steady
under a tight rein. while the mar
rage service was gone through. AS
Willard passed over a HANDSOME fee,
the parson said: "Better spell your
name fer me, John, SOS I may git the
record plumb right. Baptis' Broth
er T%urrentinell make a big howdy-doo
over this piece of work-and upset 1t
eff he can-don't want to give him a
chance"
"Follow this, then the spelling Is
bound to be right" Willard said, hand
ing over a card.
The fog was lifting slightly, the rain
Stacked. Reluctantly Selim went
around to the house, down a ragged
lawn, to a stretch Of turnpike that
showed like a tunnel in the gloom.
Night had fallen-a few stars peeped
through. Also lights from a house Of
fair size a little way off the road.
Without a word Willard made for it
as silently, as masterfIlly he lifted
Ethel down, and started to knock, but
the door flew open before them. In
side an anxious, white-haired woman
cried to them: "Ethel! Dear, how,
did you get here? Thank God-in
time"