Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-06-15
With a cry, her hands went to his

With a cry, her hands went to his
face.
Why your head is bleeding! And
your facet"
Scratches! Nothing but scratch.
es!" he hastily treasured in tones tina,
caution held low: panied at her dis.
tress: pleased, too; his eyes alight
were hunting out his hurts.
But this one on your head! It's a
cut-deep-and still bleeding He,
voice was steadier. It's a woman's
way-they that bind up the worlds
younds-wild while danger threatens
calm when it strikes. "You must lie,
me bind up this one"
He glanced toward Fallen Rock.
We da'sn't risk a light" he said
For our SAX we da'sn't. The night
has eyes. And they'll comb these
woods tomorrow"
| She shrank back into the room. He
drew half a step nearer, laid his arm
on the ledge and stood fumbling the
easement. lost in thought. So still
was the June night that the wash OF
the rifle below the pool carried up
through the trees.
And yet I've that to do that must
have light" he unused, more to him
self than to her. raising his head aft
er a time n %glancing toward the
dim outline inside the window. ."Is
would hide a candle?"
"Why-yes-" she answered
puzzled and slow.
1t was a long time before he spoke
'again. Had the light served. she
might have seen. in his eyes the strug-
gle he was going through. The lap
of the rifle came again out of the
silence, clear and plain; the hoot OF
an owl back in the hills made the
Der wolf came from somewhere
among the cliffs and gulches far down
the river. His eyes half raised them
selves at last to the lighter spot in the
gloom that marked her face. He
rubbed his drawn lips together to
loosen them.
will you trust me in your DOM? %
The girl started. Her hands clutch
ed each other. She knew it was not
to have his wounds dressed that he
asked. Short as her acquaintance
with him had been. she knew it was
not that. It was no light reason that
had driven him to ask such a
privilege. It gripped her, shook her.
but strangely enough did not fright
en- her.
I'll trust you"
Not often in a mans life does he
hear such gracious words. Nature is
not lavish Of such gifts. The shout
ders Of the Pearlhunter lifted. The
.droop left his head.
May l come now? The night is
going. The moon will be up in an
ether two hours."
She stood farther back in the
Sloom. He slipped lightly in over
the sil1.
Please draw the blind before you
light the candle he directed.
He saw her arm reach up along the
easement. The blind am down.
Within touching distance Of each
other they stood in pitch darkness: a
man and a OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
in the silent secrecy OF the deep
woods. He heard her quick breath.
His heart beat up into his throat
He heard her snppered feet feeling
their way across the floor.
There came the guarded scrape Of
"a match. A suffering, tardy flame
was laid to the wick of a candle or a
sman stand in the corner under a
mirror. The wick caught: smoldered;
1ared to full strength. The wonder
sprang u Of the night. She laid the
~ wynn SsS ~ssSA
and turned. A. gasp broke from her
at the sight OF him-tattered, hatless:
bruised M bloody.
Forgive me hat I come before
you hke-this." he Hammered.
IAN impulstve step brought her to
his side.
Forgive you!" she repeated. her
voice still a-quiver: her face pity
rendered. you must lot me dress
your hurts"
n time for that"
A droop Of disappointment came
to her eyes. 4
"well. this one on my head then,'
he answered to the eyes. ITS moth
Ing but = scratch, but the blood does
blind me-"
The droop. was gone instantly.
He shaded the candle with his body
while she raised the curtain over the
door ana slipped out 10 the kitchen
She vas back before he could have
believed IT. carrying . basin Of cold
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