The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1921-03-04


| very softly, as If his voice might dis
turb the spell of the music before the
echoes had finished carrying it TO the
rest of the woods.
The leaves hung motionless, as If
waiting for the song to start again.
The tinkle of the rifle where the wa
ter walked up at the lower edge OF the
pool came out of the silence.
"The telegram came" he went on
after long time. 'It says"-he
hesitated. as IL bordering the next
words before giving them speech, as
If half dreading to give them speech
that Judge Eskridge is coming for
you"
The words strangely carried the
girls thoughts back to mother driven
forth to die in loneliness and poverty;
TO a grave on a hill overlooking the
river, where the hand of friend had
laid her; TO great, silent house; to
stern old man relenting In his last
hours
Il shan't go back with him." she
said. Some day I'll go back to the
grave on the hill, but not-now."
The man stood weighing the words
in his slow way.
Il shan't either" He paused a mo-
ment; went on. I'm going to tear
down the old cabin at Fallen Rock,
clear out the underbrush, lay out
grounds. and build house. Why
should I leave the Flatwoods7 All
that l care for in the world is here:
my father my mother, and-you."
The last word came hard for him.
The girl lifted hurried. shy half
glance to his face; dropped her eyes
again to the quiet water.
1.-THE Blue Moon" he went on, sis
somehow-well, 1t oughtn't to pass
from hand to hand for just-money
Mother spent her life for 1t. / now
know why" There came pause. 'Pll
never need that five thousand dollars,
does. I've arranged with the sheriff
to send her the drarv. and I've kept
the pearl"
The girl suftl- clasped her hands
together and looked up at him with
beaming eyes.
"And maybe I'll get to see it, after
allT
81 think maybe you will !"
He reached into the pocket OF his
blouse, drew out the small velvet box,
raised the lid, lifted the girls hand,
land laid the Blue Moon In her palm.
The sunset, the green of the leaves.
the glory Of a silver-edged cloud float
ing across the sky-the wonderful
gem caught them all. and lay laughing
them up into her face.
"Wild Rosei" Her eyes left the |
pearl and rose to his face. What she |
saw there brought a little catch to her |
breath. And there was a note in his |
voice that had never been there be-
fore. 81 reckon there's nobody left |
but just-you, and-me. And moth
ing in the world counts to me but
you. The pearl is your birthday pres
ent.'
Its your birthday, too" she stam-
mered, her face bowed and turned
away. "And l have no present"
'"rhe most wonderful man ever re-
ceived A Wild Rose"
He held out his unwounded arm.
His heart had leaped to his eyes. His
voice held the note that makes all
voices musical. To- girl lifted her
face-like the dawn of day; her eyes
glorious with the light not of star or
sun; the light it is given a man but
once to see. Her hands came toward
him, found their way about bis neck.
The sunset stole softly through the
hushed branches and touched their
heads, AMI bound the two together
the gold am the brown-with a shaft
Of living bronze. A little breeze came
by, lifted a strand of her hair, laid it
across his face and slipped away to
tell the trees.