Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1919-12-19

qnlle nelpleSS, until L saw you pass
the other side OF pain, I didn't knos
that / had a heart. ! had strang
conception OF love as thing that yo
give generously TO dogs. sparingly
men and never to women except as
last surrender to the unknown"
He paused; Andrea smiled faintlj
"And nowT she prompted.
Now" he answered. snow
know that man must travel far be
yOnd the limits Of everyday emotion.
10 come up with love itself. He ma,
find content and drowsy happiness II
/ some woman possessed Of all the quail
ties that command affection, but low.
itself dwells far beyond at the cross
roads OF weakness and strength. Anc
so your helplessness. carried TO tina
last degree has wound itself arounc
my heart with grip that VIII never
| loosen"
''Poor White Man ~ said Andrea.
whether you want me-" he con
tInued gravely, "or mock me, whether
you are true or untrue, pure or impure
all those things no longer matter
for love is an integral possession. You
may leave me, put the width of the
world between us, and the breath o.
your body will still be the breath o.
mine the surge Of your blood Will b.
the surge Of mine; your sins will be
my sins, because your helpless self
stripped OF all the clogs of flesh. has
twined itself for always with the fibers
OF my heart"
$50 you would give three pounds for
me-" murmured Andrea.
He let go her hands and rose quickly
to his feet. you are stronger than
/ thought" he said. mo, I'll never give
a cent for you. I'll wait till you're
well and then I'll take you in free
fight and in my own way"
But Andrea did not hear him; she
had sunk back lax into her pillows.
Two tears crept from under her closed
eyelids and down her hollow cheeks
I'm so weak" she whispered, $50
weak l can't cry"
The white man cursed himself aloud.
No one knew better than he that it
is not won when the tide of battle
turns, and that he who sleeps on the
verge of victory awakes to defeat.
He settled down to the long vigilance
that was his price of peace. The day
and a night came and went before he
could draw the long, quivering breath
of relief that marked the passing of
danger.
During the stage of convalescence he |
read and talked to her by the hour |
but the time came when she would /
have no more of the printed page. He /
had spoken a passage here and there /
from the book of his own life and now
she demanded the volume from cover .
to cover. He told her of his bOyhood .
In a New England country town, of
in school and of the disaster
In college that had turned him from
the narrow road of specialization in the
diseases of the nose and ear to that
broad highway which Is trod lightly
md aimlessly by stray dogs and citi-
.ens of the world.
you would have made a great ply
;iclan," said Andrea, almost regret
'uly.
Perhaps" he replied. "But I
have saved myself l would
lever have found myself. I would
AVE been one of those unconscious
nortals who spend their lives in
,roup picture. 1 would never have
ound out that there is something
within me that utterly rebels against
IL those isms which aim at the col
ective classification of animal man
nd whose goal is the herd instead of
he individual"
"But isn't that old STUFF" asked
andrea. yawning for the first time in
lany days.
mo. it isn't" said the white man
land I'll tell you why.
lever for centuries has intrinsic life :
cen so close as it is today to its true
vel of proportionate valuation. What
-as worth living for yesterday, isn't {
today Food, raiment and
bahy-grand measure less in the
ioughts of true men than do truth, 9
onor and the final quality of mercy" :
IL SIT LOT lpAS III uu ubStAbtN cli'iANNs
'Tell me-" said Andrea, show the Il
reduction of a million dollars worth 5
{ fiber is an expression of the indi- a
dual" o
snow you're trying to pull down the c
ar to which I've hitched my personal Il
agon," said M'sungo with his slow Il
nile. "Well," he continued, take it,
lndle it. but let it go again when Il
,u're through with it. because | need
high up and far ahead. When real
ed that that NJ. o. wasn't liar, after ;
l."
"White Mani" broke In Andrea and
aned forward. She stared at him 81
Ide-eyed and flushed of cheek. "Are v
III Trevor?" u
He nodded.
Robert Goldman Trevor?" p
Robert Trevor" he confirmed and
nplified III
~Oh, White Man." she cried again,
opping her hands into her lap and u
zinc ot him with m intensity that III