Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-06-27

ems the road-even that of the young
lover. It's air was sweet with the
breath of the meadows. The daisies
and the wild roses seemed to be way
ing welcome to me, and the thorn
treeS-Shapely ornament of my native
hills-were in blossom. A cloud of
pigeons swept across the blue deeD
above my head. The great choir of
the fields sang to me-bobolinks. song
sparrows, meadowlarks, bluebirds,
warblerS, wrens, and far away in the
edge of q spruce thicket / heard the
flute of the white-throated sparrow.
/ bathed at brook in the woods
and put on clean silk shirt and tie
out of my saddlebags. 1 rode slowly
then to the edge of the village of Can
tor and turned at the bridge and took
the river road, although had time to
spare. How my heart was bearing as
I neared the familiar Scene The
river slowed it's pace there, like a dis
corning traveller. to enjoy the beauty
of it's shores. Smooth and silent was
the water and in it were the blue of
the sky and the feathery shadow-spires
OF cedar and tamarack and the reflect
ed blossoms Of iris and meadow rue
Il was lovely scene.
There was the pine. but where was
my lady? / diSmounted and tied my
mare and looked at my watch. II
lacked twenty minutes to eleven. She
would GOMEZ had no doubt of it.
washed my hands and face and neck
il the cool water. Suddenly heard
voice / knew singing: Barney
Leave the Girls Alone" I turned and
saviour mother. my son. (Tnese
last lines were dictated to his sony
She was in the stern OF birch canoe,
all dressed in white with roses il her
hair. I raised my hat and she threw
q kiss at me. Old Kate sat in the bow
waving her handkerchief. The!
stopped and Sally asked in tone O.
playful seriousness:
young man, why have you come
here?"
'"rO get you" answered.
"What do you want of me" She
was looking at her face in the water.
81 want to marry yoU," l answered
bravely.
"Then you may help me ashore If
you please. | am in my best. white
slippers and you are to be very care
full
Beautiful! She was the spirit oj
the fields of June then and ALWAYS.
/ helped her ashore and held her in
my arms and, you know, the lips have
way of speaking then in the old, con,
vincing, final argument of love. They
left no doubt in our hearts. my son.
"When do you wish to marry me?-
she whispered.
GAS soon as possible, but my pay is
only sixty dollars month now"
eve shall make it do" she az
swered. "My mother and father anG
your aunt and uncle and the Jackets
and the minister and nurnber Of our
friends are coming in fleet of boats
ave are prepared either for picni'
or wedding" was the whisper o,
Kate
Let's make it botn," / proposed II
Sally.
Surely there couldn't be q better
place than here under Til. big pine
it's SO smooth and soft aud shady
said she.
"Nor could there be better Cay OF
better company" ! urged, for l va.
not sure that she would agree.
The boats came along. Sally and
waved a welcome from the bank aEo
she merrily proclaimed:
cts to be a wedding"
Then cheer from the boats, il!
which / joined.
l shall never forget Row, when tbs
company had landed and the greetings
were over, Uncle Peabody approached
your mother. and said:
"Say, Sally, Pm goin' to plant a kiss
OF both o them red cheeks o. yours
an do it deliberate. too"
He did it and so did Aunt Deel anG
Fold Kate, and / think that, next &c
your mother and me, they were the
happiest people at the wedding.
There Is q lonely grave up in the
hills-that of the stranger who died
long ago on Rattleroad. One day ]
found old Kate sitting beside it and on
stone lately erected there was the
name, Enoch Rome.
"It is very sorrowful," she whis
pered. "He was trying to find me
when he died."
We walked on in silence while I re-
called the circumstances. How strange
that those tales of blood and lawless
daring which Kate had given to Amos
Grimshaw had led to the Staying of
her own soni Yet, so it happened
and the old wives will tell you the
story up there In the hills.
The play ends just as the night is
falling with Kate and me entering the
little home, so familiar now, where she
lives and is ever welcome with Aunt
Deel and Uncle Peabody. The latter
meets us at the door and is saying In a
cheerful voice:
"Come in to supper, you roverS.