Bisbee daily review., 1921-12-29
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"OlH IIlc VI tie ulSdSleT.
She produced little white roll, and
with high glee opened it fer him TO
see. Wrapped in miniature face
towel was her comb, a small brush,
and a toothbrush
Bill then walked, with sCme tri-
umph, to the b-nk on which Virginia
had slept the night before, and lift
ing it up, revealed great box be-
neath-bags of rice and beans, dried
apples. marmalade and canned goods,
enougt for some weeks at least.
1.-THE one thing we haven't got is
meat" Bill told her, except a little
jerky; but there's plenty of that in
the woods if we can just find it.
And / don't intend to delay about
that. If the snow gets much deeper,
we'd have to have snowshoes 20 nuuL
at ALL
You mean-go hunting tooayz"
las soon as We can stir up a meal
Dressing warmly. they ventured
cut into the snowy wastes Bill
walked in front, breaking trail. He
carried the ancient rifle in his hands.
He earnestly hoped that they might
run into game at once. Later the
ihOOSC "Ouih 81 " WluleI 1teu-
ing grounds, far down the heights.
Every day they delayed, their chance
OF procuring meat was less.
He led her over the ridge to the
marshy shores of Gray lake. They
waited in the shadow of the spruce.
Don't make any needless notions"
he cautioned, land don't speak aloud.
They've got eyes and ears like
hawks
1t was not easy to stand still, in
the snow and cold, waiting for game
tC appear Virginia was uncomfort-
able within half an hour, shiyering
and tired.
1t was long wait they had beside
the lake.
Then the girl felt his hand on her
arm. BE STILL" he whispered, Here
he comes"
Although she had never seen such
an animal before. at once she recog-
nized its kind. The spreading horns.
the great frame, the long, grotesque
nose belonged only to the moose
the greatest of American Wild ami
mails.
At the roar of the rifle she cried
traversed the marshes for the last
time.
The shoulder OF bull moose was
never load for a weak back.
Bill skinned out the quarter with
great care; then, STOPPING, worked it
on his back. Virginia took his gun
and led the way back over their
snow trail.
Twilight had fallen again when they
made the cabin.
Bill showed her how to broil the
steak in its own fat, and he cooked
hot biscuits and macaroni to go with
it. No meal in her life had ever given
her greater pleasure. Atterward he
lighted his pipe.
IT'S strange that | don't want to
smoke myself" the girl told him.
You? Why should you?"
Il smoke at home. | mean | did.
IT'S getting to be the thing TO do
among the girls l know. Someway.
the thought of it doesn't seem inter
esting any more"
He had an impression that she was
speaking very softly. But he under
startled to find that the whole tone
and key of the night had vaguely
changed.
The north wind" Bill said simply.
Virginia's eyes grew wide.
What does it mean?" she asked.
Winter, the northern winter I've
seen it break too many times. There's
no chance for doubt any more. Per
haps we can drown out the sound OF
it-with music"
He walked toward the battered in
strument. Her heart was colu WITHIN
her, and she nodded eagerly. Yes
"a little ragtime."
Il haven't any ragtime,' the man
explained humbly. Il could only bring
up a few records, and so | took just
the ones | liked best. They're
simple things-rm sorry | haven't
any more
She looked at this man with grow
ing wonder.
He put on record. She recog-
nized the melody at once. Ii was
Dardla's "Souvenir"-and the first
notes seemed to sweep her into in
finity.
1t was a moment or elcna1tment.
The music rose high. fell in soaring
leaps, yrembled in infinite appeal.
and slowly died away. Outside the
storm increased in fury.
And it was well for her peace oi
mind that she did not glance at Bill
He was watching the girls face. hs
eyes wistful as no human being had
ever seen them.
The soaring notes. with the dread
full accompaniment of the storm, had
brought home truth ac nau tried
to deny. Il love you, Virginia cried
the inaudible voice of his soul. "Oh,
Virginia. love YOU. love you!"
VI
II was one OF Bill BrOnsOn's basic
creeds To look his situation suuarelN