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

knew her own mind and could sustain
her own course. 1t 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 il
were. cheerful yet sad, buoyant and
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 couple of hours, virie, beau
tif1l and alone. She wore a gown of
dark geld, with little green ribbons
here and there. The gown was short
and her ankles showed. In spite Of
the strong boots she wore they were
alert, delicate and shapely, and all
her beauty had the slender fullness of
quail
When she saw Dycb 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 a
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 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
slightly southern accent In her
voice delicate and enhancing.
Her head gave a little modest toss,
her fine white teeth caught her lower
lip with a little quirk of humor; for
she could see that he was a gentle
man, and that 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 a
humor in his eyes ana 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 Sheila Llyn, the daughter
of my mother, a widow, visiting at
Loyland towers. Yes, I'm only Shei-
la"
She laughed.
well just be only Sheila,'" 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, / agree. but
he's dull" answered Dyck. "For an
freshman, he's dull-and he's a tyrant,
too / suppose l deserve that, for I'm
a handful"
81 think you are, and big handful
toow
(Which way are you golng?" he
asked presently.
and you?"
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
hera and there. Which way were YOU
going there"
Round to the left" he said, puzzled,
but agreeable
"Then we must say good-by, because
/ 20 TO the right. That's my nearest
way"
"Wen, # that's your nearest way.
I'm going with you he said because
well. because because--"
X YOU won't talk very much 3" eae
rejoiued with "A little air Of instructive
coquolry.
81 don't SAINT to talk. I'd Ike 10 I.s-
ten. Shall we startT
Sheila's fathers name was Erris
Boyne, and he had been debauahed,