The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-07-03
CHAPTER xxxII.
The White Night.

LOTu, III uTeu. eTOuneu hIckhrO
stumbling into camp. wet TO the skin
"Don't you say letters to me. Mac
I'm going to bed. Tell Ling l dom
want any dinner. He'll want TO fusi
up something. I don't want to se,
food
Tho day, confused and jumbled
burned across his eyeballs; a Turmoil
Of hustle and hurry Of insurrectIon. II,
had made swift stand against that
He was TO be minded TO the last man
jnck Of them, or anyone would go. his
threat including the engineers. Silent
Irish. Wooster, Hardin himself. This
was no time for factions. for leader
feeling.
In bed. the day with its irritations
fell away. He could see now the step
ahead that mad been taken; the last
trestle was done; the rock-pouring
well on; he called that going some
He felt pleasantly languid. but not yet
sleepy. His thought wandered over the
resting camp. And then Innes Hardin
came to him.
Not herself. but as n soft little
thought which came creeping around
the corner Of his dreams. She had
been there, Of course, nll day, tucked
away In his mind. as though In his
home waiting for him to come back to
her. weary from the prlcks Of the day.
The way he would come home to her,
please God. come day. Not bearing
his burdens to her. he did not believe
In that, but asking her diversions. Con-
tentment spread her soft wings over
him. He feh asleep. 80.
Richard wakened as to call. What
had startieN himi He listened, rails
ing himself by his elbow. From dis
tance, sweet high voice. unreal In its
pitch and thrilling quality. came to
him. 1t pas Godfrey. somewhere on
the levee. singing by the river. 1t
brought LIN again to Innes Hardin.
He pulled aside his curtain which
hung over the screening Of his tent
and looked out into a moon-hooded
world. Richards eyes fell on little
tent over yonder, white shrine.
"Whlte as that fine sweet soul Of
hersi"
Wandering into the night. Godfrey
passed down the river. singing. His
voice. TIE footlights. the listening
great audiences were calling to him.
To him. the moon-flooded levee, the
glistenins water, made star-set
scene. He was treadlng the boards,
the rushing waters by the bank gave
the orchestration for his melody-"La
Donna 9 Mobile" He began It to Gerty
Hardin: she would hear It In her tent !;
che would take 1t as the tender re-
proach he had teased her with that
afternoon In the ramada.
He gave for encore ballad long
forgotten; he had pulled II back from
the cvbwebs of two decades; he had
made It his own.
"fsut, my darling. you will! be.
Ever young and fair to me"
II came, the soaring voice, TO Tom
Hardin. outside Gerty's tent on his
lonely cot. He knew that song. Dis
dained by his wife. n pretty figure q
man cuts! II his wife can't stand
him, who cant He wasn't good enough
for her. He was rough. His life had
kept him from fitting himself to her
taste. She needed people who could
talk like Rickard, sing like Godfrey.
People. other people, might mlscon-
strue her preferences. He knew they
were not flirtations; she needed her
kind. She would always keep straight |;
she was straight as whip. Life was
as hard for her as II was for him; he
could feel sorry for her; his pity was
divided between the two OF them, the
husband. the wife. both lonely In their
own way.
On the other side Of the canvas
walls. Gerty Hardin lay listening to
the message meant for her. The flcxle
sex. he had called hers; no constancy
In woman. he had declared. foadling
her hair. He had tried to coax her
into pledges, pledges which were also
disavowals to the man outside.
Silver threads Age shuddered at
her threshold. She hated that song.
Cruel. life had been to her; none of its
promises had been kept. To be happy.
why. that was n humans birthright I;
grab II, that was her creed There
was a chance yet; youth had not gone.
He was singing 1t to her. her escape
"Darllng. you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-"
Godfrey. singing to Gerty Hardin.
had awakened the camp. Innes. in
her tent. too, was listening.
Darling. you will be.
Ever young and fair to mel"
So that Is the miracle, that wild
rush Of certain feeling Yesterday,
tomorrow. more doubts--but
the song. the night isolated
them, herself and Rickard. into
world of their own. Life with him on
my terms she wanted.
CHAPTER xxxIli.