Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1918-04-12
Glory Top
tcopyright. 1918. Western Newspaper Union,
By AGNES C. BROCAN

Bruce AddingtOn looked again at the
beautiful Photographic views of the
illustrated paper, then turned to the
advertisement.
Prize competition local winter
scenes.' he read winner to be an
nounced at close of contest"
Thoughtfully he leaned back in his
chair. why not?" Photography was
his pet enthusiasm, tomorrow, there
would be nothing in particular to do
The trip to the adjacent hill country
would be an exhilarating change. He
had In mind one glorious vista which
with proper lights and shadows, must
undoubtedly win any contest, no scene
could be fairer. He would start in
/ the morning and take his picture, when
the light was best, just at this time the
country from the height he meant to
attain-would be one cleaning sea of
silver. What was it the villagers
dubbed the high, billy peak? Oh!
yes, "Glory Top" and fitting name
it was.
Bruce was eager to try the effect Of
those shadowy pines close against
blue sky-the far-reaching lands be-
low. And when the train left him at
the village station on the following
morning, the outlook was all that his
| glowing fancy had painted. The tedi-
GUS climb also, was rewarded by just
the desired setting for his picture
! With inward satisfaction he could
already see it at the head of that same
illustrated city paper, his victorious
name at the top. And that would
mean not little, especially, with such
competition as Barnes and Henderson.
Between the three men existed pleas
ant Photographic rivalry. Bruce
drew long breath of the invigOrating
air and reluctantly began the descent.
Before him on the upward pathway
trudged girlish figure.
Across her shoulder was swung
small camera, and as her clear eyes
rested for a moment upon his own, her
features showed quick disappointment.
Bruce was wishing with a most I'M
canny eagerness, that he might find
some plausible excuse to address the
charming little creature, when, with
moan, very suddenly, but very COM
pletely,- she collapsed directly in his
pathway. There, muddled scarlet
heap, she looked up at him.
"My foot" she gasped. "My foot!''
"HurtY" he questioned
White and suffering, the girl nodded.
II think I sprained it farther down the
hill. 1t panied frightfully, but kept
on" Tears filled her eyes. 81 was
so determined to win that News photo
graphic contest" she confessed, "the
view from Glory Top would do it, but
I can't get there now"
another time, perhaps" Bruce con-
soled
II shan't be able to get up again in
time" the girl lamented. A brave
smile banished the tears in her eyes.
"How foolish to be grieved over that
now" she said, "when the real prob
lem is how to get back to my board
ing place. I wonder-would you be
kind enough to stop at Fielding's on
the way down; anyone will tell you
where they live, and ask Mrs. Fielding
to send someone after me with
sleigh. If you would just tell her that
Miss Chester has hurt her ankle. I'm
Miss Chester" the girl conf1ded. She
smiled again: ''village school ma'am."
"You look very much more like pu-
pill" Bruce remarked, "and>I have no
intention Of leaving you to rest in
zero snow mound until help comes. /
am going to take you up bodily, and as
far as possibly painlessly, and carry
you down the hill"
Tenderly, and with a strange pang
at parting, he placed his burden upon
Mrs. Fielding's sitting room couch.
"Land!" calculated that lady, $50
you didn't get the view after all, and
you countin' on the prize for your cloak
money" -
| Miss Chester blushed. ooh /! it really
doesn't matter" she interposed. Bruce
bent over her. "May I introduce my
self?" he asked earnestly. MAY
come out and learn how you are pro-
gressing?"
"There Is no reason why you should"
the girl gently announced. 'You have
been most kind. am exceedingly
grateful" she put out her hand. "Good-
by"
Then Bruce surprised even himself.
"More than I have ever wanted any
thing" he told her, ST want to see you
again."
AS the weeks passed she wished with
an uncomfortable usefulness that she
had not been so resolute. How strong
were his arms and withal, how gentle.
It would have been no harm to learn
her rescuer's name, but to what pur-
pose? Mollie Chester was only Mollfe
Chester, village schoolteacher. Though
she might gaze from Old Glory, for her
there could be no far-reaching glorious
vista.
And then one day came marked IL
Illustrated paper. The picture at the
hood of tho no 90 conrnod f0 danoo nm