Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1920-11-26

THE BLUE MOON
A TALE OF THE FLATWOODS
BY VID ANDERSON



! his hand on the rumpled curtain over
/ the doorway, about to return to his
task of sharpening the fish spear.
1T looks cool-and calm-up there"
He paused; glanced back over his
, shoulder at her, and waited for her
to go on.
SIS that log house / see up there
under the cliffs?"
The floor of the houseboat creaked
under the weight of him as he came
to the window. He had to stoop low
to bring his eyes level with the open
/ ing.
"a log house; old and empty"
The Iron-Gray- Woman sat musing
moment, her eyes astray among the
trees nodding languidly in the serene
June afternoon.
IT wish I might live again upon the
shore. The sun beats down SO hot
upon the houseboat, and grow weary
Of the eternal throb of the river. If
could only live little while up there
should grow strong"
Sand why not? It's empty, and no
body would care. In these deep woods
there's nobody to care"
A flicker of light crossed her face.
'I'd get we'll up there, under the
strong cliffs, with the cool spring so.
near. And I've lived so long-since
you were child in arms-on the river
the Ohio; the White; the Wabash! J"
always, mother! Always the house
boat-drifting drifting-and you so
frail, so beautiful /"
The man left the window and knelt
by the rocking chair. The Iron-Gray-
Woman saw the question in his eyes
a hunger for some word out of the
past word that had never come. All
his life she had kept it from him
whatever 1t had been that happened
! back there behind the veil Of her 81
lence that left him nameless; river
waif; nemad in an orderly world;
fisher of pearls; pearlhunter. Her
eyes came back and faltered over him.
No longer a child; boy-the ref1ec-
1 ton startled her A man knelt at her
side-the question written big upon
his face. And it was his right to
know. Her head dropped back against
| the quilt that cushioned the chair. It's
| a solemn thing to be the mother of
man-gIorious but solemn.
| The lustrous eyes-brighter for the
fever wasting them-came back to him
after a time. He saw far-fung
thoughtfulness in them; knew they
had strayed into that past from which
he was barred The thin lips parted.
The mans fingers curled tense upon
| the chair arm.
'sTo city on the Wabash, in early
DAYS, came three families of Virginia's
purest blood-my family, your fathers
family. and the family of-of- another
man."
/ The n-Gray-Woman Shuddered
| and was silent for a moment. The
man picked up wasted hand; stroked
| it softly between his own, and she
went on, strained and slow, like one
desperately nerved to a long-dreaded
| task.
"My parents both died when / was
so small that / can barely remember
them, leaving me, their only child, to
the care of distant relative. a great
uncle Of my fathers. This great-great-
uncle-well, as / look back upon my
| life cannot remember that he ever
gave me pleasant word.
'My aunt was as different as dawn
was not A thousand times she loved
my hurt away.
'"They had daugh Ter, an only child,
almost my age, and Of the same name
surname and all. When uncle was
| away on business trips, as he often
was for weeks, it was like sunshine
after rain. Such happy times! They
are high among the few pleasant
memories Of my life"
The Iron Gray-Woman paused, her
dark, deep eyes seeming to search
back into the dead past, like traveller
straining his gaze across a stretch Of
desert to where the oasis lies. The
man shifted to his other knee and she
went on.
"My aunt died when we were in our
girlhood. After that-the gray days
were ever more than the bright A
petulance settled deep upon my uncle.
His best word was growl. The serv-
ants moved about the house like silent
shadows.
"In this same city upon the Wabash
lived two other families, as have told
you-your fathers family and the
family of-of-another man. Your
father and this other man were both
my suitors. But my uncle tried every
means in his power to turn your IA
Their away from me to my cousin.
while he secretly encouraged the at
tentions Of the other man to me.
"Your fathers blood was of the
best in Virginia. A soldier, as the men
of his family had always been he had
already won, by conspicuous gallantry,
the rank of colonel in the Indian
wars"
'What was he like?"
The -Gray-Woman turned her
eyes and studied him so long, so in
tently, that he trembled lest his ques-
tion-a question that came in spite of
him-had startled her into silence.
Like you," she resumed, "and not
like you. His eyes were blue, his hair
light. Your hair is dark, like mine
Your eyes are like mine. But he had
the same height and breadth of Shout
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