The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1925-01-22
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over us tonight. Look, here's fire
wood piledl Now l wonder who's BEEF
living here !"
The girl did not answer him. Sh,
was staring about her with the sam,
look of bewilderment, and Lee saw
that she was trembling. He drew he
into his arms.
Dearest, you mustn't let thing,
trouble you" he said. "AT will come
right. And what can anything matter
so long as we have each other?"
1T makes me afraid, Lee" she an
swered in a low tone. ooh, Lee, Il
seem to be nearer to remembering thar
ever before. There ought to be-there
used to be a table here, and-a woman
sat here sewing, a woman with fair
hair, and her face bent over her work
and looking up sometimes to smile al
a mana tall man. several years older
than herself, with iron-gray hair. who
never smiled, but was always kind to
her. And then she would look down
to smile at a child playing beside her.
Was | that child, Lee?'
IF you were, if this was your home,
dearest, you should be happy here"
II don't know, Lee. l wish now that
we'd camped ON the ridge. l wish I'd
never come here. I've the feeling that
that it means the end" She began
to cry softly. cts not-not just the
fear of remembering this place, but
it's what is associated with it-some.
thing terrible"
She ceased and looked out at
the fast falling now 1t was still
only the middle of the afternoon, but
the wind was rising, whistling about
the cabin, and everything was a DESC
late gray.
Inside the log house it was half
dark.
Suddenly the girl uttered a cry and
clutched at Lees arm.
Lee! Did you see that? That
shadow
She was half hysterical, and her
nervousness comm unicated itself to
Lee, for he had had the confused i'm
preston that a shadow had glided
across the room beyond, through the
open door.
Instantly he darted after it, hut
there was nothing to be seen. He
came back.
ut wasn't anything. We're getting
nervous"
I'm sure there was--was something.
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Stay here, ana III search the
place"
NO, don't leave me! Let me go
with your
They went together, looking into all
the rooms and about the house. but
there was no sign Of anyone. Lee
went to the back door to look for foot
prints, but if any had been made, they
would have been obliterated in a mo-
ment by the wind that was driving the
dry snow about the doorsill in little
whirling clouds.
1T was Imagination" said Lee.
She assented, and, going into the
kitchen. began to make the prepare
tons for their meal, while Lee took
the kettle down to the stream and
filed it with water.
But when he returned she had
ceased to work and was sitting on a
chair, her head bent down, her hands
on her knees, staring desc
lately in front of her.
Lee stood beside her. Dearest, if
[ could DO anything to help you-"
you can't help me. IL don't
know what to do"
Her voice was strained, hard, al
most unr|ecognizable. Lee knelt at her
feet conscious Of a n Of utter help
Iessness. He took her hands in his,
and found that they we're as cold as
ice. Her body was strained into I'M
rigidity. 1t was almost as if
she were a prisoner on some torture
-abIe, so set were all her muscles, as
-hough she were bracing herself
against some uncomfortable pain.
Eyes, you can help me!'
The words came quickly from her
fps, and, raising her head, she gave
Tim a strange, penetrating look. you
you haven't been frank witt me-,
Lee.
"You know all that there is to know
lbout me. But what do 1 know about
rou? You say you love me, you won
ny love-my love, that of the name
ess woman and you have my poor
little two weeks life story in your
possession. You know everything that
here is of me-oh, you know it so init
nately. Can you not see how it hui
initiates me, to think that l have no
personality of my own at all, nothing
O myself, no life, hardly a thought,
that is not yours?"'
Dearest"
But she went on implacably: What
10 I know of you? Who are you? Lee
anderson? That's only a name. You
ave your life, your past. How many
has il contained. women VOu