The Dolores star., 1919-05-23
hours. 1 could take It easy then. At
seven o'clock the mare and l started
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ems the road-even that oil the young
lover. Its air was sweet with the
breath of the meadows. The daisies
and the clover and the corntlowcrs
and the wild roses seemed to be wav-
ing welcome to me, and the thorn
trees-Shapely ornament of my native
hills-were in blossom. a cloud OF
pireonS swept across the blue deep
above my head. The great choir OF
the fields sang to me-bObolinkS, song
sparrows, meadowarkS. bluebirds,
wnrblers, wrens. and far away in the
edge of n spruce thiCket l heard the
flute of the white-throated sparrow.
| bathed ut II brook in the woods
and put on n clean silk shirt and tie
out of my saddlebags. l rode slowly
then to the edge of the village of Can
ton and turned at the bridge and took
the river road, although | had time to
spare. How my heart was beating as
| neared the familiar scene, The
river slowed its pace there, like dis
cerning traveller, to enjoy the beauty
of its shores. Smooth and silent was
the water and in it were the blue OF
the sky and the feathcry shadow-spires
of cedar and tamarack and the reflect
ed blossoms of iris and meadow rue.
1t was Il lovely scene.
There was the pine, but where was
my lady? l dismounted and tied my
mare and looked at my watch. 1t
lacked twenty minutes to eleven. She
would come-I had no doubt of it. !
washed my hands and face and neck
in the cool water. Suddenly / heard
a voice | knew singing: Barney
Leave the Girls Alone" | turned and
saw-your mother, my son. (These
last lines We're dictated to his SOM
She was in the stern of a birch canoe.
all dressed in white with roses in her
hair. l raised my hat and she threw
Il kiss at me. Old Kate sat in the bow
waving her handkerchief. They
stopped and Sally asked in a tone of
playful seriousness:
Young man, why have you come
here?"
"To get you" answered.
.'What do you want of me?" She
was looking ut her face in the water.
81 want to marry you" l answered
bTavely.
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 of
the fields of June then and always.
l helped her ashore and held her in
my arms and. you know, the lips have
a 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.
"As soon as possible, but my pay is
only sixty dollars u month now"
ave shall make it do" she an
swered. MY mother and father and
your aunt and uncle and the Jackets
and the minister and number of our
friends are coming in a fleet of boats"
"We are prepared either for a picnic
or wedding" was the whisper of
Kate.
Lets make it both," I proposed {.
Sally.
Surely there couldn't be a better
place than here under the big pine
it's so smooth and soft and shady"
said she.
"Nor could there be a better day or
better company" urged, for 1 was
not sure that she would agree.
The boats came along. Sally and
waved a welcome from the bank and
she merrily proclaimed:
ITS to be wedding"
Then cheer from the boats, in
which joined.
l Shall never forget how, when the
company had landed and the greetings
were over, Uncle Peabody approached
your mother and said:
"Say. Sally, I'm goin' to plant a kiss
on both o them red cheeks O. yours,
an do it deliberate. too"
He did it and so did Aunt Deel and
old Kate, and | think that, next to
your mother and me, they were the
happiest people at the wedding.
There is lonely grave up in the
hllls-that of the stranger who died
long ago on Rattleroad. One day 1
found old Kate sitting beside it and on
a stone lately erected there was the
name, Enoch Rome.
1T is very sorrowful," she wills.
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 Iawless
daring which Kate had given to Amos
Grimshaw had led to the Staying of
her own son! Yet, so it happened.
ana 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 Mt the door and js ca vim, In N