Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-02-13
Love Conquers All ... q
By Alta May Coleman
By Alta May Coleman

Ann to be helped across. and a little
brook with stepping stones.
Constraint seemed to vanish as they
wandered in the meadow where the
growing things were gently happy IN
the sunshine. They became natural
and at ease as they gathered the wniH
and gold daisies. yarroW Win seemed
leaves, furry spikes OF mullen thistle
and milkweed that must be captured
warily.
With laden arms they still fingered,
sharing the little excitement OF the
scene-an ant climbing a blade OF
grass. a spider escaping by a swiftly
spun rope a humming bird poised over
a belated wild rose. Branches OF wild
honeysuckle they stole from the but
~terfiies and stalks of rose red clover
from the bees-the sleek, treasure
boarding honey bees which ancient
poets celebrated in many a noble line.
AS Ann watched an eager robber bur-
rowing into the very blossoms IN her
hand. she commended him with a line
from Theocritus.
What language was that?" asked
Henry abruptly.
Greek" said Ann. abashed at Hen
rvs tone and the look OF strange IN
tensity in his eyes.
In a flash the sense of happy in
timacy vas gone.
He must think I'm crazy" Ann told
herself. People don't go around quot
ing things every minute ike father.
And she bemoaned her life in the
narrow confines Of a little cottage town,
her lack of social experience in the
great outside world from which Henry
came.
How could she know that her chance
words came as an Introduction, a re-
minder that she was a being from that
magic sphere which had been denied
to Henry, the thought of which, now
a thousandfold plunged him in the
depths of despair? How could Ann
know her loneliness so at n with
her burden of 1owers-the sweet grav-
ity of her eyes, the sunset flush or
her cheeks, the rosy freshness of her
lips.
Because Henry so longed to take her
in his arms, he guided her across the
stepping stones with distant courtesy
Because Ann so rejoiced in his touch
she quickly drew her unwanted hand
wa their humility and so high their
pride that they held themselves stifHy
apart.
That night, when the rest of the
house slept, Ann stared up into the
dark with tear flooded eyes and wished
she were dead. And Henry drove his
stint with savage ferocity. wondering
whether he could make a good clear
smash if he headed straight for a tree
With aching heads on the morrow
they started for Kalinga, site of Ka-
linga college. Ann was going home
Henry, by his own request, was taking
her thither. The end of the week hac
come, the end Of AIMS visit to Aunt
Emily, the end, obviously, of every
thing.
With concentrated speed and direct
ness, Henry drove to his doom. He
feared Professor Forester; that mild
impractical scholar seemed to him, not
an ogre, but a cold, justitiable, off-with-
his-head kind of judge. He feared the
professors house; its very walls would
proclaim him an alien. He feared Aunt
1CllCfd, DIG, ClCdliJ, ollOWC0 11C4 Z "
be in league with Aunt Emily against
him. Aunt Geneva had invited him tC
tea.
A letter Ann had received only that
morning babe her be sur to ask Mr.
Bryant to stop for tea after thir long
ride. Timidly Ann made the sugges-
ton, explaining that, while her father
always had Sunday teas during the reg
ular college year for his students, this
would be a much nicer tea than usual
Aunt Geneva had written that some OF
the summer school faculty would be
present.
Engrossed with this added horror,
Henry gave undivided attention to the
road. Ann stared fixedly at the scenery
to keep from crying. Plainly enough,
the best she had to offer, a faculty tea,
was Of no interest to Henry.
Side by side, impersonal as strangers
in the enforced companionship of a
train, they completed the CHASTITY jour-
ney. Ann, with a brave show of indif-
ference, led the way up the pansy bor-
dered walk. Henry quite as noncha-
lantly held open the screen door that
would Don be closed to him forever.
Will SPARTAN IleIOlSHl IIlty tIlCeTeu Tie
living room.
Lined from floor to ceiling with
books, it had the mellow charm of ease
and usage. Professor Forester, thin
and stopped, was distinguished by that
look of other worldliness which marks
the scholar. The group of men to
whom Henry was introduced were all
professors" or deans"
Ann saw only the shabby rug, thread
bare and faded; the miscellany of worn
chairs; her fathers thin locks awry:
and that Albert, the professors as
sistant,had not-failing the reminders
of his wife who was away visiting her
mother-remembered to change his
shirt. She sank on a low stool neal
her father, leaving the remaining rock