Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-11-20

buttOnhole In his blouse, he strobe
| away down the branch back to Fallen
! Rock
The languid eyes Of the Iron-Gray-
Woman turned toward him as he
sprang in over the saving gangplank,
pushed aside the rumped curtain, and
entered the tiny cabin of the house
bOaG There was not so much fire in
| the eyes. The fever was going down
with the sun. The thought his re-
turning step had brought came out in
her first words,
"They who own the old cabin might
not like us to move In"
'They can only make us move out
! again." was his CHEEKY answer. And.
mother, you never saw such view
as you get from up there. And you
can drink right out Of the spring"
Something came to the face Of the
Iron-Gray-Woman that had long been
stranger there. Not smile-a rip
pie, like the swath a chance breeze
rufles across still water.
''But you can't carry everything"
Everything. And the first load
shall be you"
'Mev'
at would set you coughing to climb
the slope"
The woman dropped her eyes. After
all, weakness IS not pleasant fact to
face. The loss Of power the inability
to do accustomed things, always
comes as a shock. Life had brought
to the -Gray-Woman little enough
-pitifully little enough. But though
life be ever so bare and gray, no one
likes TO sit helpless and watch II go.
HAPPY the young man sensed moth
ing Of this, but was already busy
gathering together such of their
! meager stock of household goods as II
would be absolutely necessary TO
carry up to the cabin under the cliff
If the coming night was to be spent
ashore.
Nothing remained but the actual
going ashore. His mother came first
as he had said. While packing. he
had planned to help her up the Hill to
the spring and leave her there while
he swept the old cabin, aired it ont,
put up the cook stove, and otherwise
made the place as sweet and inviting
as possible for her occupancy.
Just before passing through the
rumpled curtain of the houseboat she
stopped and gazed over the tiny cabin.
"Just one look before / CO." she
said.
He was astonished at the wistful-
ness in her tones.
"Why, mother, you can come back
any minute"
at has been my home for twenty
years." she said as she turned away
her tone more the voicing of refec-
ton than the statement of a fact.
Across the gangplank and up the
slope among the trees he led her
carried her-with all the tenderness
due from a man to his mother; for
the -Gray-Woman had the man
ners and speech of a LADY of high
degree; :" and she had taught him all
she knew. He had brought along a
cushion, which he spread for her upon
a moss upholstered rock. With the
spray of the waterfall In the air, with
the cup in her hand, the cool spring
within reach, he left her and hurried
back to the houseboat.
The sun was dipping low toward
the distant bend In the river when
the last Of the moving was done. A
10 In
dark before he had the cabin put to
rights, his mother in her easy chair,
and supper on the table: a bass, taken
from the nets only that morning;
fruit from the woods; baked pota-
toes; toast, crisp and brown; and tea,
enough to draw.
In the contented silence that often
falls after the evening meal, the man
sat covertly studying her face. The
fever had gone. 1t was a face almost
serene. She appeared, as he watched
her, 10 be listening to the sound Of
the waterfall floating in through the
open window upon the pulse Of the
night. The move had done her good.
He thought how beautiful she must
have been-how beautiful still.
Her words that afternoon came
back to him--the only word that had
ever come to him out Of the past. The
desire TO learn more grew in him, and
yet he dreaded to speak. The Iron
Gray-Woman was not che to invite
condolences, And yet a man ought 70
know something Of the manner Of bis
coming into the world.
The cabin had settled to deep quiet
the lap of the waterfall had swelled
to full strength upon the silence;
when the cabin door banged open and
man stormed In. The Pearlhunter
whirled up out Of his chair and faced
him.
The intruder was a man Of forty,
possibly more, lacking somewhat Of
the Pearlhunter's height and massive
build, yet stiIl what would be called
A big man-tight and well set up
smooth shaven, except for an aggres-
sive uustache family shot with gray.
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