Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-05-27
THE BLUE
MOON
Continued from Page H.

wings. Butterflies fitted about the
blue flowers Of the flag; d~ragonties,
flashed above the pool, or came to
rest upon pointed rUshes.
The man glanced at the sun; turn
ed, and hurriedly looked about for
the elecampane. Along the east edge
of the glade, not far out from: the
fringe of hazel. he found ia |
clump of some dozen stalks, three orr
four of them ready to bloom. h
rusty spade was oon at their roots
probably the first ground ever broken
son the margin of that pond. Three
plants he digged, cut their stems
close to the ground, shook the dirt
from their clusters Of f1eshy roots.
and hurried down the tiny outlet
back to Wolf Run.
A stream that feeds a waterfall
could not very we'll afford to be any
thing less than picturesque. Wolf
Run seemed ito realize what was ex-
pected of it. 1t babbled along under
gathering the waters from this part
of the Flatwoods, pitching them over
the falls and down the slope into the
river, a task to be laughed about and
chuckled over every inch Of the way.
Redwood and ironwood brushed their
slim and plant -boughs, over its sur
face. The rocks carded- it into s1eins
OF spun silver. Sunshine and shadow
checkered its surface into the liksness
Of q Highland shepherds plaid.
Blu even reckless little woodland
streams can not go on being tossed.
and tumbled always. There must
fcome.to all things moments Of relaxa-
! ton. Such moments came to Wolf
Run where it gathered itself into an
occasional pool and there snatched
its delicious little wink OF rest.
1t was Upon the. gravelly mar
GIN OF sue a pool hat The Pearl
loose from the clusters in which he
had been carrying them. r He a
finished the task and was storing
them ava in the pockets of his
blouse when the song of a thrush
from somewhere up the stream grad
>.-rIally worked itself across his con-
seriousness. He had been listening for
rome time before waking to the fact
that he was listening. He had risen
and taken off his hat to thrust back Il
riot of crisp brown hair, when the
song first tbok hold of him. The sun.
stfdng through the still twigs, picked
out every line of his face-a good
face; bold, clean cut: a mans face.
The song puzzled him: There were
notes-certain little foreign flights; a
deeper Witchery-that he could not
w believed possible to a thrush's
throat. The ~Pearlhunter had a nice
e for the sounds of the woods. Re
placing his hat he stole cautiously up
the bank. The sound, Vhen he had
drawn quite near did not appear to
come from any tree, out from some
place down close to the water OF an
other p~opl-another spot just ahead
where the water stopped to rest.
Parting the bushes with the utmost
caution. he crept up to the edge of
1.-The nnnl and naoYod fnNfh u0vo n ~
"a girl-sat on a fiat roc jutting
out from the opposite bank, her bare
feet swingingain the water, her body
bent slightly back and propped on
her hands. her face uptilted, her
puckered lips pouring forth the song
that had drawn him to the spot. A
" sunbonnet swung from her arm; her
o and stockings lay upon the
rock beside half an arhful Of wild
roses. :
A twig tipped back into place as
II the P%earlhunter strained his face a
n little closer. The song stopped; the
81 girl whirled her, eyes toward the
swaying twig.. The man fattened
and held his breath.
But the woodland song was done.
She slid back on the rock and reach
led for her stockings and shoes
Such feet! The rough shoes she
picked up dishonored them. II
Ef-SM We SAN4h6 II 1CdIllIuuLcI uI-
II certain praise to say he didn't look
Besides, it wouldn't be true. He did
look. 1t is but simple Justice to him
state, also,a that after the one
ss aaxaance-a glance he could no more
saaAeip than the branch could helr
4 sd0wing-he dragged his eyes away
And held them away till he heard the
giFl scramble to her feet on the rock
~ 1he gathered up her armload 81
sea1tld roses she had leisure to obserys
lee.
aWith.the masssof color close to hei
face,sit was hard to tell the one from
I the, other-the flowers from the lace;
where. the roses left on and the fac
keGan. Her hair hung loose, soft and
WaU-the kind OF hair q rosuisf
shaft Of morning sun can change t,
~ gold: lips like the SOM q mo.
5s1nents ago upon them: eyes Ike tn,
81 s15ttle patch Of sky at the bottom Q,
.pool-eyes that opened wide
fhatsha nothing to conceal.
HE was turning to spring 10th,
mi when the Pearlhunter. rosa ant
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