Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-09-01
EVENING EDITION.
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tna aWhat shall ! do
nj suffering. love him, md amnse
him and enjoy him sas mdehas you
can, That is all you cal, do:.
Lets not tell him." she suggested.
.1t would make him 50 sorry
"rhat is a good idea. Keep him
IN tho dark, 1t is lots easier to be
happy when hopo goes With 4 - IT, B
But long before this, David nad
looked HIS future in the face
have been set aside Nor good, .; he
thought /. Il know II, I feel 4. But
Carol "a so sure 1 will be well again!
She shall never know the truth IIoAH
me-" 49, ~
was stronger, he agreed pro1aPLiy
and said he thought SO himself.
aOh. blessed old David, I'm so gag
YOU don't know about it" thougnt
Carol.
never find out until It is over
thought David.
i dow Wnen DdSlO Woo :,
looked out over the long mesa 10 the
mountains. Her gaze rested, on the
dark heavy shadows Of the canyons.
To her those dark valleys IN. Ino
mountains represented a buried VISION;
the vision of David strong ana
sturdy again, springing lightly across
a tennis court, walking bflssly through
mud and snow to conduct a littiH ~.
sion in the Hollow. tanding tA!l a.S4
straight and ~sunburned IN the p.,prS
swaying the people with ms Lels1i.
Il was a buried hope, a shaowy can
von' Then she looked up to the sun
nv s,ones. stretching bright and gold
an above the shadows up to the snoWy
crest of the mountain peaks. unn
siones-a new hope rising Q u OF q
old and towering above It.. ana tnen
she always went back tosthe1 cnes. m
the corner of the room ana Ilnsetfs J.
the tiny garments, wai.lns .neAo
service. with tender fingers.
And once in a while, not very otter,
avid would say, smiling. VINO
Lnows Carol. but you two may some
day do the things we two had hopeo
A few weeks later Aunt Grace came
out from Mount Mark, and in her US
ual soft, gentle way drifted into the
life of the chasers in the sanatorium
She told of the home, OF Williams
work and ~tireless zeali Of Lark and
lin Of Fairy and Babbie, OF Pru-
dence and Jerry. She talked most OF Y
all of Connie.
"That Connie! She is a whole am
ily all by herself. She is entirely
different from the rest OF you. She. is
unique. She doesn't really live at Az,
she just looks on. She watches life
with the cool critical eyes of a philos,
opher and a stole and an epGu>a al
rolled into one. She cornes. 7he sees.
hold our breath. She may set the
world on fire with her talent, or she
may become a demure little old maid :
crocheting iabots and feeding kittens.
No one can foretell Connie.
4 And Carol, in a beautiful, heavenly
relief at. having this blessed outlet for
her pent.up feelings, .reclsned in a big
rocker on the porch,Nand smiled at
Aunt Grace, and glowed at David.
and declared the sunny slopes were
so brilliant they dazzled her eyes.
There came a day when she pack
ed a suitcase, and petted David a lit
tie and gave him very strict instruc-
tions as to how he was to conduct
himself in her absence, and went
away yer to the other building, and
settled down in a pleasant upstairs
room with Aunt Grace in charge. For
several days she lounged there quies-s.
lily content, gazing for hours out upon
the marvellous mesa land, answering
with a CHEEKY wave the gay greetings
shouted up to her from chasers lott
ering beneath her windows.
But n morning, she watched with
weary throbb.ng eyes as Aunt Grace
and a nurse and a chamber maid
carefully wrapped up a tiny pink
flannel roll for a visit to Room Num-
Der Six in the Mccormack Building.
Continued in Tomorrow Evenings
Hcrald.)