Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-12-15
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RrT from thi" they went to other
u matters. Kendric merely decided
NAT while they spent a long tomorrow
a ,naction he would look into the mat.
Ear There was no great temptation to
,.r,r for treasure and the incentive to
!. on the way, travelling light. was suf-
asiently emphasized. But there was q
,,;et day to be put in tomorrow, IL all
,r.nt right, and he was not the man to
,n,sct what had brought him southward.
f"We'll both 90 to Sleep" he said
n,esently, "and not do any worrying
,bout what the other fellow may be
doins With our fire out and a lot of
d,ad limbs scattered about the entrance
IA crack under a mans foot, they'll not
surprise US tonight, even IL they should
tnow where we are. Tomorrow we'll
iesp watch over the ravine. And to-
morrow night I hope we'll be on the
trail toward the gulf. Now do you want
| "A alp out with me for a good night
drink of watcr2 Or would you rather
wait here for me?'
Betty was on her feet in a fash.
"I've done enough waiting today to
last me the rest Of my life!" she cried
smphatically. ''I'll 60 with you"
/ I 90 again, and as cautious as they had
been last night, they made their way
down the steep slope and drank In the
Il Ana lAI 49,, hn
trickle OF water, needing the silence,
breathing deep Of the soft night, lifting
their eyes to the stars. The world seemed
tender, n place of infinite peace and
Kindness rather than of pursuing hate.
They stood close together; their
shoulders brushed companionably. To-
gether they hearkened to a tiny voice
thrilling through the emptiness, the
monotonous vibrating cadences Of some
happy insect. The heat OF the day had
passed with the day, the perfect hour
bad come. 1t was one of those mo-
ments which Jim Kendric found to his
liking. Many such still hours had he
known under many skies and out of the
night had always come something
vague and mighty to speak to somc-
thing no less mighty which lay within
bis soul. But always before, when he
drank the fill Of time like this, he
had been alone. He had thought that
Q man must be alone to know the in
effable content of the solitudes. To-
night he was not alone. And yet more
perfect than those other hours in other
lands was this hour slipping by now as
the tiny voice out yonder slipped
through the silence without shattering
II. Certain words Of his own little
song crept into his mind.
Where it's only you
And the mountainside.
That "you" had always been just
Jim Kendric. After this, II ever again
be sang it, the you" would be Betty.
Shall we go back?" he asked
quietly.
He saw Betty start. Her eyes came
back from the stars and sought his He
could see them only dimly in the
shadow of her hnir, but he knew they
were shining with the gush of her own
night thoughts. They scooped up their
water then and went back up the
mountain. Their fire was almost down
and they did not rcplenish 1t. They
went to their beds Of boushs apd lay
down in silence. Presently Jim said
Good night" And Betty, the hush
OF the outside in her voice az she an =
swercd, said softly. Good night"
They were astir before dawn. Fresh
water must be brought before daylight
frightened in the canyons This time
Jim went alone to the creek and when
DC got back Betty had their fire blazing.
Betty made the breakfast. insisting on
having her free unhampered way
with it.
There are some things l can do, "
said Betty, land a great many / can't.
IT happens that know what things are
beyond me and those that are within