Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-11-04


lying near Gainesville and go to them
A big lowland farm close TO good
+ schools and a good. little t0wn-well
there are worse places on earth. Pity
it,
I'D sayp'
| She hung her head. She was think
ing, as she had so often thought be-
fore, of her own benighted people.
And the Littlef0rds?" she MUIR
INJURED. 1t had slipped past her lips.
Dale and the Morelands owed the Lit
tlefOrds nothing.
| Dale understood. and he gave her
sympathetic glance.
| "A few Of the boys and girls Of the
Littlefords are going to school in Car
tersville, perhaps one from each fam
iy,' he told her. 1T is rather ex-
pensive, you know, on account of the
boarding, and they can't afford to
send all their children. However,
k-ultimately-your people will
have their chance for education, too"
But it won't do much good to edu-
cate one out O. each family" said Eliz-
abeth. They'd come straight back
here when they got through with their
schoolin', and soon fo'git-I mean for
get tit all. If they make their learn
in pay 'em anything, they'll have to
/ stay where they can use It,"
/ cfa oh lr ord
her well-shod feet.
Are you ready to go?' Dale asked.
Elizabeth LittlefOrd raised her head
with a Slight jerk and said rather awk-
wardly:
HAS the valley changed much?'
mot very much," answered Dale.
There's new log church, where an
old minister named Ashby Cross
breaches the gospel of straight walk
ing and human kindness every Sun
day Henderson Golf isn't here any
more, but he sent me his address in
case we wanted to sell the mine! The
| Torreys have gone back to Jerusalem
cove and Hatton's hell, and the Balls
are as quiet as mice. These, believe,
are all the changes worth mentioning"
| Together they set out and walked,
without saying much, to the crest OF
David Moreland's mountain, and there
| they halted. The autumn sun, a great
| red ball of fire, was just setting beyond
| the majestic Big Pine.
Dale pointed to long, moss-cOvered
slab of brown sandstone.
Lets sit down there and rest" he
suggested. you're tired, Babe. |
know. Don't mind my calling you
Babe do your"
She looked at him as though she
were surprised at his asking that. They
| sat down.
| Bill Dale suddenly leaned toward her
| and took one Of her hands; and he
didn't take it as Jimmy Fayne had
done-as though he were afraid of it.
You know l love you, don't you
| Babe?"
I've been beievin' It," she told him
after a moment Of painful silence. She
was a trifie pale now. But it-Rill
| Dale, it somehow don't seem just right
| for you to love me. Because I'm such
pore little nobody. I'm as ignorant
| as sin; and hain't-haven't even got
| good manners. But-but if you love,
| if you're sure you do, tell me why
| There came another minute of pain
| full silence.
Because" said Dale, speaking slow
~. you have always seemed to be
one Of my own kind. You seem real,
| to NE. / was SO sick Of artificialities
in women that loved you the moment
| saw you. know you are primitive,
but am primitive, too. And you
weren't calling yourself 'Ma-a-am-mah'
10 id poodle.
Major Bradley" he went on ''feels
sure that / will be acquitted. II it
turns out like that, / want you to
marry me at once. Tell me-will you,
Babe?"
How boyishly impatient he was Was
he afraid he would lose her by wait
ing?
You love me, don't you, gabe?" he
pursued
She faced him with the sudden,
queer light Of a tragedy. in her eyes.
But she didn't speak He pressed her
hand until it hurt and demanded:
you do, don't you, Babe?"
YES" she told him, In voice that
he barely heard.
"Then why won't you marry me?"
| She didn't answer She wouldn't