Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1924-10-04

"Grant-tell me one thing" he muir
INJURED. you have been straight
with Zen?"
"As God hears me-" Grant an
swered.
For an instant the eyes Of the rivals
and friends-met; rivals no longer;
friends only, forever. Then the form
Of Transley shlvered in the arms OF
Zen and Dennison Grant shiyered. and
settled into eternal sleep.
The sun of another summer was
flooding the tawny TANKS OF the foot
hills when Zen and Dennison Grant
Aode together over the old trail to the
Y.D. Since Transley' death Grant had
not spoken to Zen OF love; he seemed
TO know that at the proper time Zen
herself would break silence And now
she had asked him to accompany her
to her fathers home, and to spend
few days roaming their old haunts in
the foothills.
H.D., older, hut in unimpaired vIgor,
greeted him boisierOusly. well, well,
you old coyote Had to come back to
the hills They all do. If 1 was a
young man again I'd get me herd o.
heifers an trek into the back country,
spite o hell an high water"
The greeting Of the rancher's wife
was less ELUSIVE but no less sincere.
The evening was spent in hospitality.
The next afternoon Zen appeared at
the gate with horses saddled for two.
Come, Denny, we are going for a
ride, she announced, ''and in a few
minutes their mounts were pounding
down the trail which led over the foot
hills to the South Y.D.
Zen was strangely silent upon their
ride, and Grant, after futile attempts
to engage her In conversation, was
content to ride at her side and admire
her horsemanship and her beauty. The
suffering and the years had left her
strangely unscarred; she seemed to
Grant wholly as adorable as on that
day of her unspoken confession when
they had met at the ford. Soon she
must speak Well. he had waited; he
still could wait.
They followed the tSall, little
changed by all the passage OF years,
down the slopes to the South Y.D.
They forded the river, and Zen swung
her horse about in the grove of cotton
woods.
You remember this spot. Denny?"
she asked. ut is where we first met"
II remember" he said No, he would
not be tempted into a demonstration.
She must lead.
The sun was gliding the mountalB
tops with gold, and gliding, too, Zen's
face and hair with beauty inefable.
For a moment she sat In the slanting
light like a statue of bronze For an
instant her eys met his; then fell She
spurred her horse to plunge and gal
loped ahead up the valley.
Miles passed, and the quick twi-
light of the foothills was upon them
before she drew up again. This time
Ii was by a great bowlder, a sort Of
fiat rock stranded on the slopinS
shoulder OF a hill. Something seemed
to burst in Grants throat as he rec
ognized 1.-THE rock on which they
had spent that memorable night so
long ago when the world and they
were young Thank God Zen was
young still Romance burned in ner
heart-who but Zen would have
thought of this?
He sprang from his horse, and she
from hers. He approached her with
open arms.
"Zen-you have brought me here
for purposel Don't deny It'll l I'M
derstand'
She was in his arms. Glow well
you read ones mind" she murmured.
'But oh, how slowly /"
he held her tight. There we're
worlds TO say, but he could whisper
only "Zen-my Zen" into the tangled
glory of her hair.
At length she held him gently away.
II believe some one is coming up the
trait" she said.
1t was true enough; a horse and
rider We're rapidly approaching. AS
he skirted the hill he caught sight OF
them, swung Off from the trail and
rode up beside them.
~Ah, here you arer" he exclaimed
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting, Mrs
Transleyg'
You are punctuality ITSELF" Zen
sol I'd, as she took his hand. You
haven't met Mr. Grant? Denny. this
Is Mr.. Munroe-the reverend Mr.
Munroe'
THE reverend What Howl Zen,
explain things!"
Very simple. Mr.. Munroe was to
meet Us here at eight. It's eight
o'clock, and here he is"
Zen was unstrapping a kit from her
saddle. Il have a document here-lf
I haven't lost (which viii interest
Mr. Munroe. All, here It isl'
She produced an envelope, and Mr.
Niunroe examined the contents. Seems
all In order" he remarked. "A
license authorizing the marriage OF
Dennlson Grant and Zenith Transley.
This rock should make a very ac
ceptable pulpit Suppose, Mr.. Grant,