The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-03-24
THE SUNLIT WAY
BY AGNES sRoeAN.
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20. 1871. Western Newspaper Union.

the sunlit way the PARK surrounding
her big shabby home was gloomy In
It's wealth OF trees. The house was
gloomy, too: so In her hour OF recre-
alton, Jasmine chose the sunlit way.
jasmine, seated on her white horse,
Bonnie, loved 10 dream, at the waters
edge. Of that other world 80 far away.
and yet near. where other young peo-
pie laughed and talked, and sang to-
gether.
Since her mothers death. when she
had been too young to remember, the
girl had known little companiOnship
save that Of Ursula, the housekecper,
and james Rhodes, her father. James
Rhodes, aged prematurely by disAp-
pointment and sorrow, was severe
man.
The one friend who continued to
bear with his humors was John West
wood of Westwood place, next door.
And AZ James Rhodes, in his broken.
hearted lsolation--fOr he had never
ceased to mourn his wlfes lOss-grew
poorer, John WestwoOd. energetic
and successful Ia business. grew ever
richer.
Now, the one stubborn desire OF the
old thwarted man was TO make that
wealth his daughters, through her
marriage to his friend.
John Westwood admired Jasmine
very much; he loved her, he said, and
would make her happy. So jasmine
grievously disturbed, rode every morn.
ing down the sunlit way, trying to
think out an escape from the impend-
ing fate. The girl In absorbing ten
derness for her father, could not bear
TO deny his hearts one desire, and
yet
A stranger sat at the end of the
sunlit road one day, young and idle
stranger, with arms clasped behind
his head against the tree OH which he
leaned, and brown hair blown by the
breeze from his high, white forehead.
As the young mans frank blue eyes
came back from their survey Of the
river, they rested upon jasmine
seated there on her horse, in n kind
Of joyous wonder
"You?" asked the young man.
dreamily, "who are your"
And also smillngly wondering the
girl replied: II am jasmine"
The stranger nodded.
"0f course" he said, II might know
that you would be Jasmlne-when you
came. A white flower"
Strangely acquiescent, she allowed
him to take the bride from her hant
and lead her to seat on the grass
nj his side.
"You come from the old house Jas
mlne2" the young man asked
"You see, know that there arr
but two houses, and John Westw0o'
lives In the other"
YES" she answered slowly, "fron
the old house"
"And you arc?" he hesltated owe
his question.
Then Jasmine smiled.
~ am" she'told her questioner, "oc
cupied there as-companlon."
She was away before the strange
could detaln her, flying on Bonnie
back, up the sunlit road. In the som
Der silence Of the park trees, the cir
Gained, and her eyes grew wistful
Had It not all been dream? Yet SIN,
went again, and stlll again, and ey
cry coming found him waiting. Thel
firmly jasmine told herself that tn
meetings must end. II was the whit
horse who carried her there.
~ did not mean to come" she toll
the young man, decidedly. "BVnnl
brought me-"
"And your heart led Bonnie" he an
swered laughing softly, in conhden
assurance.
"But now that I have come" tn
girl went on, Il shall stay only Z
confess my deceit. and goOd-bJ
I, am Jasmine Rhodes, and | am I
marry John Westwood."
"YOu" gasped the young man, u
marry my grabbed old uncle? Yot
my little white flowerr
"Your uncle" she faltered cor
, fusedly.
. The lover impatlentIy nodded.
II came down to visit my uncle,
he said. ''He is putting me throug
college. Through all his crustines
my uncle has an affection for me. Br
II you think that shall let you MARI
him"
Young John Westwood broke o
abruptly.
"There Is only one way TO straighte
II ALL" he said, land we must hurr!
My roadster will carry US quickC
than Bonnie. It's ON the river roaI
First we will have to get licens
Then you shall come back here 9
my wife. Wealth can mean nOthin
TO you as compared with love. Com
dear heart"
But jasmine fingered,
"Some day" she said, II will Z
with you. But first, must be hone:
with both my father and his friend
From behind tie shelter Of n lrt
came suddenly old John Westwoo
II would advise you, my dear"