Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-08-20

knew hef own mind and could sustain
her own course. Ii was open when
Dyck first saw 1t. because she was
singing little bits OF wild lyrics of the
hills, little tragedies of Celtic life
just bursts of the Celtic soul, as it
were, cheerful vet sad, buoyant ana
passionate, eager yet melancholy
She was singing in Irish, too They
were the words of songs taught her By
her mothers maid
She had been tramping over the
hills for a couple of hours, virile beau
tiful aud alone She wore a gown of
dark gold, with little green ribbons
here and there. The gown was short.
and her ankles showed. In spite Of
the strong boots she wore they We're
alert delicate and Shapely, and all
her beauty had the slender fullness Of
a quail.
When she saw Dyck she stopped sud
denly. her mouth slightly Open She
gave him sidelong glance Of wonder.
interest and speculation. Then she
threw her head slightly back, and all
the turls gathered in a bunch and
shook like bronze flowers 1t was
head of grace and power, of charm
and allurement-of danger.
Dyck was lost in admiration. He
looked at her as one might look at a
beautiful thing in a dream. He did
not speak; he only smiled as he gazed
into her eyes.
She was the first to speak
well, who are you?" she asked with
a slightly southern accent in her
voice, delicate and enhancing
Her head gave little modest toss,
her fine white teeth caught her lower
lip with little quirE Of humor; for
she could see that he was a gentle
man. and tina, she was safe from any
thing that might trouble her
He replied to her question with the
words:
my name? Why, it's Dyck Cal
houn, that's ALL"
Her eyes Frightened. Isn't that
enough?' she asked gently.
She knew of his family She was
only visiting In the district with her
mother, but she had lately heard of old
Miles Calhoun and his hayward hey,
Dyck; and here was Dyck, with
humor in his eyes and a touch of
melancholy at his lips Somehow her
heart went out to him.
Presently he said to her:
"And what's your name?"
I'm only Sheua Llyn, the daughter
of my mother, a widow, visiting at
Loyland towers. Yes, I'm only Shei-
la
She laughed.
"Well, just be only Shela,'" he an
swered admiringly, and he held out
hand to her. 81 wouldn't have you be
anything else, though it's none of my
business"
For one swift instant she hesitated;
then she laid her hand In his.
There's no reason why we should
not" she said. Your fathers re-
spectacle"
She looked at him again with a
sidelong glance, and with a whimsical.
reserved smile at her lips
Yes, he's respectable, l agree, but
he's dull" answered Dyck. "For an
Irishman, he's dull-and he's a tyrant
too. l suppose deserve that, for I'm
q handful"
81 think you are, and big handful
too"
(Which way are you golng?" he
asked presently.
"And your"
oh I'm bound for home" He
pointed across the valley DO you see
that smoke coming up from the plan
tation over there2"
Yes, ! know" she answered. Il
know. That's Playmore, your fathers
place Loyland towers is between
here and there. Which way were You
going thereY
Round to the left" he said, puzzled.
but agreeable.
Then We must say good-by, because
go TO the right That's my nearest
way"
We'll Il that's your nearest way.
I'm going with you, he said, because
we'll because hecause-"
II you won't talk very much sue
rejoined with little air Of instructive
coguery
Il don't want to talk ia llte t3 lis
ten. Shall we startT
saeIlas fathers name was Erris