Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-07-23
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ing the desk where she worked. "your
dad 70 back. and what's more. Bryce
Cardigan has let him have his old Job
as woods boss. And Tn here to an
nounce that you're not going back to
the woods to keep house for him. Un.
derstand7 Now, look here, Mora. I've
shiIly-shallied around you for months,
protesting my love, and I haven't got
ten anywhere. Today Tn going to ask
you for the last time. VIII you marry
mef need you worse than that ras-
cal Of father Of yours does, and tell
you I'll not have you go back to the
woods to take care Of him. Come,
now, MORA. Do give me definite an
swer."
I'm afraid I don't love you well
enough to marry you. Mr.. Ogilvy,"
MORN pleaded. I'm truly fond Of you.
but"
"The last boats gone" cried Mr..
Ogiivy desperately. "Tm answered.
Well, I'll not stick around here much
longer, Mora. I realize must be n
nuisance. but can't help being null
sance when you're near me. so I'll
quit my Job here and go back to my
old game Of railroading."
ooh. you wouldn't quit a ten-thou-
sand-dollar Job" MORA cried aghast.
I'D quit a million-dollar Job. I'm
desperate enough to 90 over to the
mill and pick fight with the big
bandsaw. I'm going away where I
can't see you. Your eyes are driving
me crazy"
"But I don't want you to 20, Mr..
Ogilvy."
Call me Buck" he commanded
sharply.
81 don't want you to go, Buck" she
repeated meekly. II shall feel guilty,
driving you out Of fine position"
''Then marry me and I'll stay"
But suppose I don't love you the
way you deserve"
SUPPOSE Supposew Buck Ogilvy
cried. you're no longer certain of
yourself. How dare you deny your
love for me? Eth? MORA. I'll risk IT,"
Her eyes turned to him timidly, and
for the first time he saw In their
smoky depths lambent fame. ~
don't know" she Quavered. "and it's a
big responsibility In case"
"Oh. the devil take the easel" he
cried rapturously. and took her hands
in his. "Do I improve with age, dear
Moira?" he asked with boyish eager
ness; then, before she could answer
he swept on, q tornado of love and
pleading. And presently MORA was In
his arms, and he was kissing her, and
she was crying softly because-well,
she admired Mr.. Buck Ogilvy; more
she respected him and was genuinely
fond OF him. She wondered and she
wondered, quiet JOY thrilled her In
the knowledge that II did not seem
at all impossible for her to grow, in
time. absurdly fond Of this wholesome
red rascal.
"Oh. Buck, DEAR" she whispered, 81
don't know, I'm sure, hut perhaps I've
loved you little bit for long time"
I'm perfectly wild over you. You're
the most wonderful woman I ever
heard of. Old rosy-cheeks And he
pinched them just to see the color
come and go.
John Cardigan was seated In his
lumber1ack's easy chair as his son ap-
preached. His hat lay on the litter
Of brown twigs beside him; his chin
was sunk on his breast, and his head
was held a little to one side In lis
tening attitude; vagrant little breeze
rustled gently lock Of his fine, long
white hair. Bryce stopped over the
old man and shook him gently by the
shoulder.
''Wake up, partner" he called cheer.
fully. But John Cardigan did not
wake, and again his son shook him.
Still receiving no response, Bryce lift
ed the leonlne old head and gazed
into his fathers face. "John Cardi-
gan!" he cried sharply. awake up.
old pal"
The old eyes opened and John Car
ligan smiled up at his boy. "Good
son." he whispered "good aon ~ He
closed his slghtless eyes again as II
the mere effort of holding them open
wearied him. ave been sitting here
waiting" he went on in the same
gentle whisper. mo. not waiting for
you. boy-waitlng--"
His head fell over on his sons shoul-
der; his hand went CROPPING for
Bryce's. Listen he contipued. Cant
yoMzzAar 1.-THE Slence2 I'll wait for
yJSfk Ere. my son. Mother and I will
wait together now--in this spot she
fancied. Pm tred-I want rest. Look
after old Mac and Moira--and Bill
Dandy who lost his leg at Camp Seven
last fall--and Tom Elllngton's chill
dren-and-all the others, son. You
know, Bryce. They're your RESPONSE
oilities. Sorry ! can't wait to see the
San Hedrin opened up, but-Tve lived
my life and loved my love. All, Yes,
I've been happy-so happy just doing
misunderstanding here among my
Glants-and--"
He sighed gently. "Good SON." he
whispered again; his big body relaxed,
and the great heart of the Argonaut
was still. Bryce held him until the
realization emma "a him thar his father