White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1936-11-19

ers and white cloth guess
things just happen to body. They
happen deep in you when you don't
know it, and then one day, like
this, suddenly they come out and
there they are.''
The coming of Shellenberger had
not yet destroyed the singular dis
tinction of mood the Sabbath
brought to Wolfpen. Since the days
of Saul Pattern it had been set
apart by the ceremonial of peace
and rest from daily toll ana elevat-
ed above the other days by touch
of solemnity. Church services were
rare. Possibly for that reason the
Patterns had been at pains to keep
alive in their isolation the sense OF
its difference. This weekly pause
between periods of labor, when the
mill was silent and the churn and
the loom were still, gave to their
life some of the ancient dignity
which the religions of quiet self
discipline have always conferred
upon pastoral peoples.
Spared would read in his books
and ponder a passage from the BIZ
BILE. He would go to the barn to
look over his stock, or walk into
his fields and lean over the topmost
bar looking off into the hills which
seemed to be affected by the day.
But today the thought Of his new
saw, which he had just brought over
from the river on mules back,
filled the place of a more quiet con-
temptation. He took Reuben and
the boys down to the mill to look
over the plan for the new circular
saw.
Sparrers pride in his improve
ment was stimulated by the days of
absence from it in the woods. He
told Reuben of the earlier Pattern
mills and of their gradual trans
formation into this modern power
unit. Reuben listened with the at
tention of one who found in the
recreation of earlier modes Of life
an enthralling realization Of the
| continuity of the generations and
the growth Of a culture.
They examined the new saw and
the shaft which turned the mill
stones.
Then the boys proposed that they
go on into Dry Greek Hollow where
Shellenberger and Mullens had
gone, and see where the numbering
operations were to begin. Reuben
excused himself with the plea that
he wanted to go over his notes on
! the last lines Of the survey and
check them against the deeds to
see where he was going before the
party proceeded on Monday. He
| went back toward the house, leis-
urely, thinking Of this place into
which he had come, of the native
refinement of the people who lived
| here, and of the fair-skinned girl
| who had weeks ago made him wei
come under conditions so embar-
RAISING to herself. He had said lit.
4 tie to her, and she had said per-
haps even less to him. But her
few words were adequate symbols
for revealing to him a dream
touched soul who clothed the com.
monplace with the radiance of pc.
etry. He had seen this in her face
in the bend Of her arm, in the play
of her eyes and mouth when she
looked at him. He had sensed it in
the natural ease of manner which
she carried in the presence Of these
men, and in the slight Difference
with which she greeted him. HI
thought of Julia, with her grace
and quiet competence, as the beau
tiful portent of the future years Of
Cynthia. And so thinking, he came
through the barnyard gate. His
eyes were OH the house, trying tt
see through it the kind of mer