The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-10-12
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ever knew. He stole along the path,
stopped and stood with barred head.
Upon the fiat rock at the pool stood
the Wild Rose, the tears running down
her face, her lips and throat alive with
the magic Of song. A lady cardinal
perched upon her shoulder. A king
cardinal fidgeted and twltched his crest
on an overhanglng twig that almost
brushed her hair A pair OF shy
thrushes fluttered and fitted in reach
of her hand. Other birds walked up
and down nearby branches, or darted
down for hurried peck at the crumbs
she had scattered over the rock.
The tears drowned the blue; the
song ceased. The birds nuttered away
one by one The girl bowed her head
and stood with clasped hands, gazing
down at the quiet water.
The mans step reused her. She
turned, and her hands unclasped as II
TO reach toward hlm-but instantly
clasped themselves again. He turned
and came TO her side. moment her
eyes met his, and then went back to
the placid water, and she stood crying
softly.
She turned back 20 him after a time,
Il poor little half-drowned smile strug-
glcd out and brought suggestion Of
the dlmples back.
81 had to tell theml" she said
ut was wonderful - he answered
very softly, as II his voice might dis
turb the spell of the music before the
echoes had finished carrying 1t to the
rest OF the woods.
The leaves hung motionless, as II
waiting for the song to start again.
The tlnkle OF the rifle where the wa
ter walked up at the lower edge Of the
pool came out of the silence.
"rhe telegram came" he went on
after long time. at says"-he
hesltated, as II bordering the next
words before giving them speech, as
II half dreading to give them speech
that Judge Eskridge is coming for
YOU" /
The words strangely carried the
girls thoughts back to mother driven
forth TO de IN loneliness and poverty;
70 d grave on a hill overlooking the
river, where the hand OF friend had
laid her; to great, silent house to
a stern old man relenting In his last
hours
81 shan't go back with him." she
said. "Some day I'll go back to the
grave on the hill. but not-now."
The man stood weighing the words
I'm his slow way.
~ shan't either" He paused a mo-
ment; went on. I'm going TO tear
down the old cabin at Fallen Rock,
clear out the underbrush, lay out
grounds, and build a house. Why
should leave the Flatwoods? All
that ! care for In the world is here
my father, my mother, and-you."
The last word came hard for him.
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glance to his face; dropped her eyes
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