The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1921-01-13


room in desperation. 1t lighted final
ly on the cello still leaning against the
old mans chair
"You can teach me singin' lessons !"
He said 1t a good deal as man
might consent to a surgical operation.
with the chances dead against him.
THAT wouldn't be worth-mOney,"
she said. "That would just be fun, If
things We're so l could"
The Pearlhunter picked up mis- hat
from the table, stood fumbling II aud
thinking intently. 1t went against the
lick was struck. Something she had
said a few minutes before happened
into his thoughts
when your father is we'll there'll
be more money coming to Box %. He
can pay me back then himself"
He said II slowly-like n man laying
his last card on the table. and the odds
against him.
But the effect was utterly opposite
10 what he had dreaded. Her eyes
sprang to his face, and there was
something In them ne had not seen
slant that she had not misunderstood
him. With freedom from which the
high moment took even the tiniest
semblance Of holiness, she stepped to-
ward him and laid her hand on his
arm.
You're wonderful don't suppose
anybody else In the world would do
such thing for folks like-us-for
strangers. Forgive me that i didn't
thank you. II was all so marvellous
But l do, do, over and overl"
The puzzled misgivings on the wind
into a slow smile.
Its nothing" he said
That was the best he could do, the
utmost syllable he could muster.
Nothing When Daddy is 10 be
well, and the good days are coming
back How can ever thank you"
ITS nothing" he repeated. "Pd just
as soon you"-he hesitated; finally
added the word, ''folks-had the mon
ey for while as to let II stand there
in the bank idle"
"Yes, but how many would look at 1t
that way? I'm sure the bank wouldn't;
nor the doctor; nor anybOdy-but
you. Except Daddy" she added. "He
would-when he was well. He was
like-you."
Anyhow" he said, as n continuing
some previous remark-some remark
he had doubtless been turning over in
his mind, since he had let fall no word
of it-"the first thing is to sell the
pearl"
He stepped toward the open door.
She followed him. With the air Of
man seeking some excuse to linger. he
turned at the threshold.
"Sure you're not afraidT
Afraid! With Daddy7" A thought
clouded her eyes. Her face fell. I'm
only too SAFE" she continued In a low
voice. Nobody In the Flatwoods
wotild venture near this place. They
think lists"
She did not finish. The man guessed,
and stood silent.
But the future held too big a hope
for her 90 stay long under a chance
cloud. She raised her face after a
moment and held out her hand. He
grasped II I'm both his own.
Don't feel bad" she said, because
you have no name but-Pearlhunter.
haven't any either but-but-"
>"Wild Rose" he finished.
He watched the dimples come back;
and the soft twilight In her eyes; and
a shaft of bronze sunset doing straight
magic with her hair. He felt her hand
slipping out from between hls-the
cushions of her palm; her soft fingers
and turned away.
Down near the fiat rock at the pool
he looked back and found the cabin
through the trees. She was still stand
ing In the door. He waved his hand.
Her white arm shot up in the twilight,
outlined for brief instant against the
gray logs