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The woman st^med to avoid my gaze, but when atnimes I caught a glimpse of her face there was something finer than embarrassment in it; there was embarrassment, it is true, but something almost seraphic as well. Suddenly, "I think we women should go over to Twenty-two," Jean ex- ; claimed. "Marjorie must know the great news. Come, Jerry!" At the door the collie joined them, I capering uneasily in the snow. Spoof and 1 watched them as they took tlieir way along the well-trodden trail across the gully; then we stabled- his i oxen in silence. | Back in the house. Spoof drank a cupful of tea and rolled me a cigarette-- ; I never smoked cigarettes except under Spoofs malign influence--before he showed a disposition to talk. Then, seated on one of my rough benches behind the blue fti^e of liis own to- : bacco smoke, he snpke. ! "I married tjrfs woman that you i know as Mr* Alton five years ago Christmas $<ry. You will understand why Jack's wedding was something of j an anniversary to me. In course' of time Gerald was born. Up until then, j and for „ some time afterward, every- , thing was all right. I "Then -- something happened. In i what I chose to call righteous indig- , nation I turned her out. Perhaps it j was more mortified pride, or just blind, I beast jealousy. Never mind. Through ; it all I gave myself credit for being | just, even generous. I gave her half | of my ready money, which wasn't much;. I've never been much of a , money-grabber, Hall; it has always seemed such an inconsequential business. But I gave her hatf of what I • had, and settled on Gerald the small income I could command, and fct her I keep the boy. That was the biggest . thing. I see a good deal of it through | different light today, but for letting ! her keep the boy I demand some credit i still. I've done one or two hard things, | Hall. You know. That was one of ' them." He finished his cigarette and lit ani other. "Then I came out here," he continued. "It seemed the wisest thing to do. I was settling into the hope of forgetting it all and making a new start, when she followed me." He held up his hand as if to silence me, although I had made no move to speak, "I don't blame her--now," he said. "But then --last summer, you know--It rather interfered. I may as well be frank with you. I had an idea that Jean would just about complete section Two. She's a wonderful girl, Jean. You know--the other day. . . . That was one of the hard things 1 was thinking about when I spoke of them a moment ago. "Frank, she lit a thousand old fires of memory that morning. Moving about in my room; sitting at my table; pouring my tea--G--d, man; do you understand? It was too much for anybody. . . . I don't know what would have happened. At any rate, I ask you to believe that I was making my fight. . . . Then you cqme." He threw away half of an unsmoked cigarette and rolled another. "Then I spent some sleepless nights, Frank, old boy. I was glad you had come, and even In my gladness for that sometimes I wished you-- We humans are such queer mixtures; beyond Analysis. But the more I admitted j these things to myself the more I had | also to admit that s6mething might be I said for Alice. Alice had once been ! to me all that it now seemed that I Jean might be. I wondered if, by some miracle, that might not come again. Women are strrfnge creatures. "Besides, I wanted tremendously to see the boy. "So yesterday I hitched the oxen and broke trail over to 'Widow Alton's.' My afflictions had brought me to a sufficiently humble frame of mind to let Alice say her say. For awhile she couldn't say anything;"just wept, you know, and cried my name over and over, and sometimes Gerald's. Mighty uncomfortable for a man standing around and feeling that in some way he's to blame for It all. "Well, when we got down to facts she had come in the hope of raising money by means of homesteading so that she could educate the boy. But when she found, through old Jake, that I had located here, she wasn't above following. And yet she was afraid of me; afraid she'd meet me somewhere; afraid I'd come over to her homstead ; and all the time^" hoping I would! Women are strange creatures. "Well, we talked It all overhand"-- and for the first time In his narrative Spoofs face lighted with a gentle smile --"I didn't go back to Two last night at all. We're planning a sort of quinquennial honeymoon progress about the district, and, properly enough, our first call is at Fourteen. And now that that's off my chest, behold a man happy once more. I am amazed at the folly that denied me all these years-- M?.?' t0°' are 8tranSe creatures. "There's Just one thing--a very insignificant thing compared with Alice's happiness, and mine, and Gerald's, but Its this: In taking up her homestead she had to declare herself a wl^ow. She did It for the boy's sake, and she knows she will have to give up the claim, but will she get into further trouble? Will they let it go at t)»at?" That was a poser, and I turned It over in my mind for some minutes. "Better see Jake about that," I suggested. "He'll find a way." "That's right!" said Spoof. "Jake's the boy. And he owes me something yet on that cogitation nut transaction. "Just one more thing," Spoof resumed, after a little. "I've told you a great deal more than I propose to tell anyone else. It seemed to me that you--and Jean--had a peculiar right to know." ••'-.j""-" It had been arranged- that during the busy season I should take my meals at Jack's, and Jead had volunteered the duty of carrying my afternoon lunches to the field. There was little time now for either poetry or prose, and yet we lived amazingly In the spirit. Between the plowhandles one must think of something, and I recalled and re-recalled those things I had read during the winter. At lunch fime, or in the evenings, I would talk of them with Jean, always trying to approach her from some new and unsuspected angle. As, for Instance, when a summer shower threatened us, I quoted (I had borrowed a Shelley from Spoof): , "I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers. From the seas and the stream; I bear light shade for the leaves whan laid In their noonday dreams. ' From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one-*-" One evening Spoof came over, carrying his gun. "There's good crane shooting out at Reed lake," he said. "Brown and I were up last night; got four beauties. Jean seems to he shooting rather well thought you and she might like to g< out on a crane hunt, so I brought ovei my gun." "But you--you'll come won't you?' - "Nov not this tim«»," said Spoof, sagely. "I've got all I can use for some days." Jean was enthusiastic, so we quit work early the next afternoon and drove' to Reed lake, about seven or eight miles to the west. • I fastened a horse blanket to th< side of our wagon, dropping one edge to the ground. In front of it I spread another on the grass, and here we sat, sheltered from the cool night breezes that came solemnly whispering over the tops of the reeds that bordered the lake. Jean seemed to doubt the efficiency of any method of hunting that consisted in sitting down beside a horse blanket and waiting for the game to come up and be shot. She could understand crawling for a hundred yards, head down and heels down, except as a waving foot might serve to semaphore her signals. But to sit and wait. . . . She was counting stars. "There they come!" I suddenly breathed, scarce daring to whisper, as a new note came up from the water. "Quietly--quietly." We rose to our feet and stalked silently to the water's edge. There was nothing to be seen. We were surrounded entirely by reeds higher than our heads. We were sinking slowly in the moist mud; water was trickling through the lace holes In my boots. "We'll have to go in," I whispered. "Are yrni game?" I felt the pressure of her free hand upon my arm. "Anywhere--with you." So we stepped quietly but boldly into the water. It came to the ankles, the calves, the knees. Then we were through the reeds and the lake lay before us, dim and misty, like a sheet of frosted glass. "We'll wait here." If we're lucky they'll come our way." Out of the air came a rushing. Greht wings beat almost upon our heads. But they came and were gone before we knew It. "Just a couple of strays beating around the lake," I explained. "We'll wait for the waders." Presently, and without notice save the soft splashing of water, they came wading down the shallows dose to where we stood, their great bodies dim and dark against the frosted glass; their long necks stretched high, or grubbing In the reeds beside them. One--two--three--four--five--six; on they came. "Take the first two; Dl, take the next." Our guns came to our shoulders In the darkness; we looked, rather than sighted, at the great birds scarce a rod away ; then--right barrel --left barrel !--we woke the echoes of the lake and filled the air with tempestuous noises. From every side came the splash of water and the rush of wings. The stillness, the" gentleness of the night in a moment became the wildest babel oif confusion. But we had no thought for that. Splashing right before us were great forms; flapping, struggling, eddying about. I would have held Jean back but she rushed ahead of me Into the melee. She had one by the neck; the 1-st of killing was upon her ; It was a fight to a finish. . . . Afterward we dragged them out--three of them. Jean declared there had been another, but he managed to hide himself In the rushes. Then we built a fire beside the willow and warmed ourselves. • * • • • # • • Before the water was warm enough for bathing I sent to Regina for a bath hi g suit. "The gaudiest thing you have," I said, and they took me at my word. It was a great day when I made my appearance in It In the evenings, after a day of dust in the fields, we reveled in the cool waters of our pond. Jean would race me from end to end, but she was much too good a swimmer for me. Then came one of those rare summer nights--rare on the prairies-- when the air does not cool off with i- Found the Stone With the Matches; I Struck One; Its Light Glowed Genially in My Face. the approach of evening, and all the heat of day seems hemmed lit *by b(lack clouds crowding overhead. ' I had gone to bed, but not to sleep. The far away flashing of heat lightning continuousjy^Ut my room with a vague twilight; my blankets had become unbearable, and I threw them off. The silence was Intense; the very night seemed to brood over me; the perspiration stood out upon me. It took me back to the hot nights of the East, so little known with us, and from that starting point my mind went wandering down through old ways, down to the dam and the millwheel and the little boy and girl who were the starting point of all my recollections. Jean it had been then; Jean it was, with whom all my thoughts were linked; Jean was still the innermost hope of my heart. T had waited patiently as I could, and the spring and summer months had seen arise between us an affection deeper, vaster, wider than anything I had known in those days when we had talked of love together. Our world had grown and we had grown with it. Ours was continually the spirit of the new adventure; continually a faring forth into the unknown. But I had not talked of love. It had been my conception of artistry to speak no more of love, daring all thy hope In the prospect that the fires which I guessed had been rekindled In Jean's heart would In time burst all her womanly restraint. Then she would come to me. Jean was big enough for that. I had tried to follow her in spirit through the tonnent of those days after Spoofs revelation. I had guessed how bard It had been for her, and I kept silence. I conceived that that was artistry. But there must be an end some time--sometime soon. I was not all Great Master of Music Under Heavy Handicap There Is a false Impression that Beethoven in his later years was able to play beautifully, despite his deafness. This seemed so Incredible to one who hag always Insisted with hl3 piano pupils "that the ear Is the greatest guide to good pianoforte playing," that he carried his Investigations to the contemporaries of Beethoven. Finally, a trustworthy account of his playing was found In the autobiography of Ludwlg Spohr--unbiased because Spohr was a great friend of Beethoven. Beethoven did not play well after he had lost his hearing. The following is translated somewhat literally from Spohr's autobiography. Spohr went to a rehearsal at which Beethoven played one of his trios. He writes: "The Impression was bad, since Beethoven from the very first notes played the piano very poorly. It was obvious that Beethoven heard literally nothing, and also that tliere was <o remnant left of the virtuosity he possessed when he had his full powers of hearing. In forte passages he played so loud that the wires clashed, and iu piano passages so softly that whole groups of notes were entirely inaudible. Deafness is a terrible affliction for anyone, but for the master it la heyond comparison." Home Brew of Abyutnia A great quantity of beeswax Is exported from Abyssinia, but the honey from which the wax Is obtained Is entirely consumed at home. They make a drink of it called "tej." The Abyssinian heefilve Is a long cylindrical basket which Is suspended from the trees. A little honey is placed in It in the first place and soon the bees take possession of it and proceed to fill the basket. The honey Is squeezed from tiie comb and allowed to ferment Id goat skin containers. It Is a homebrew, bu: U has ali the necessary .-kick." artist, like Jean. Artistry was my means to all end., There must be an end. . . . Which would be the beg i n n i n g . . . . Came a tapping on my window. I sat up quickly. "Frank?", "Yes?" "Asleep r •• "Not within miles of it. Whew! Ever see a night like this?" I had thrust my head^ through the open window and could see her form dimly outlined against the night. "Used to be the usual thing, down East," she answered. "But we get out of the way of them, here. Get up and. let's go for a swim." A flash of lightning revealed her in her bathing suit. I was soon out of bed and into mine. "Beat you to the other end of the pond," she said, as we .threaded our way down the well worA Jsath. "You always beat me,*' I confes^aT "But I'm game; I'll try agfiln." We took th# water together; Its comforting tide wrapped us ab\out as we swung through it with long, erfsjr strokes. Jean suited her pace to mine; her body was a rhythmic machine, lithe, supple, almost serpentine in its movements. Her hair was down. When a glow of distant lightning fell about us her face was ivory white, cameolike,'against the black water. At the far end was a small beach of sand, and we drew ourselves up upon It. Jean drew her feet up tallor-wise, shook out her hair; traced-idly with her fingers in the sand. "I had a dream, Frank," she said at length. "I dreamed you were Wrecked on a lonely island, where you •seemed doomed to spend all your days. But one night when you were sleeping a nymph of the wilderness stole up find whispered something in y5ur ear. And this Is what she said: 'Go down to the beach at midnight and light a fire on the sand, and a beautiful maiden shall come up out of the sea. Take her; she Is yours.' "And you turned In your sleep and said, 'Mine--forever?' And the nymph said, 'Forever, if you will obey the law.' "And you said, 'What law?' And the nymph said, 'The law of romance, which is the law of life. If you are true to that law she shall be yours not only now, but forever, and this shall no longer be a lonely island, but a place called Paradise.' And then "I woke up." "That was a very wonderful dream, Jean," I said. "A very wonderful dream." "And I have been wondering, Frank," •he continued, her liquid voice drojv ping very low and soft, "I have been wondering if you were to light a fire on this beach--what would happen." "It would be an interesting experiment," I agreed, "but I have no matches.** "I have provided against that. See, on this stone are matches, and beside it wood for a fire." £ "Jean!" I exclaimed, a great light breaking aboift me. I extended my arms toward her; I would have rushed to her, but she evaded me. "Suppose you try the experiment, Frank," she said, "ifet us see if there is anything in dreams." , I found the stone with the matches; I struck one; its light glowed genially In my face. I found the little pile of dry wood which she bad gathered together; I knelt and set my match to It. I think In that moment I felt somewhat like a god before can altar; a whiff of fragrant willow smoxe filled my nostrils like ince©se. Then I stood «p and looked around for Jean. She was gone. My little fire crackled and burned up merrily, sending its shaft of pale blue smoke heavenward in the night. The distant clouds still heliographed each other across the sky; their flashlights blinked on the surface of our pond from time to time. Then I sat down and tried to recall what Jean ^hud said. "A beautiful maiden shall come up. . . . Take her. . She is you re--forever-- If you obey the law." "I will--I will obey!" I breathed. Out on the dark water glowed a phosphorescent point. It drew Steadily, straight toward me. It was the ripple of white water as a silent graceful figure cleft the tide in two. Onward she cftrae, steadily, stroke by stroke. A flash of distant lightning lit her face cameo-like against the depths behind. She had touched the sand; she drew up from the water; she stood before me. I took her In my arms. "Dreams do come true. If they're properly staged," she said when she could speak. [THE END.] "Firat" Roads There probably will he all sorts of rivalries and disputes in the near future over the question of precedence among American railroads, just as there were a few years ago over the date and Identity of the first steamboat. It seems not unlikely that the honor will have to be divided and distributed according to the interpretation of the term.. . The first road on which vehicles ran on rails was perhaps that on Beacon hill. In Boston, In 1807. The first road to employ steam power seems to have been the 27-inile stretch built by the Delaware & Hudson Canal company in from Honesdale to Carbondale. Ha. The first road to carry passengers was probably the Baltimore & Ohio, which In May. 1830. began running from Baltimore to Ellicott's mill, IB miles, by hors^ power.--New York . Herald- Tribune. Disagree a• to Just When Man Should Wed One of those sweet Journalists who gives advice to the lovelorn propounde the query, "What is the best age for a man to marry 7" And then, of couree, she answers It, and quotes noted physiologist in support of her contention. Young men should marry at the age of twenty-five. Prior to that birthday they should resolutely resist the blandishments and artifices of the fairest charmer, but once the magic boundary is passed they need have no fears, They are ripe for the marriage vows. Married men will venture to disagree with this feminine authority. Since all of them are married, more or less, it follows that most of them have decided opinions oh when a young man ought to abandon bachelorhood and assume the marital responsibility, together witl^ the furniture contract. If you put the question to them, however, you would be certain to find a wide diversity of views about the specific age for the venture. They would agree on this much, we .think, fitting the test to each individual : The young man should marry when he is quite sure he can fee the minister without cheating the landlord. He should marry when he Is resigned to the exchange of gentle bonds of home. He should marry when he is confident that beating carpets and mowing lawns- will not mar the perfecttoji of his dream. And above all, he shouldn't get married for a joke. If he does lie Is almost certain to find that the joke is "on him.--Portland Oregonian. * Law of Treasure Trove Near Chichester, England, recently the ancient law of treasure trove was called in a legal case. A governess, walking along Selsey beach, had found an armlet half buried in the sand--a worthless old ornament, she thought, of no Interest or value. But Investigation by her employer revealed that the armlet was of pure gold, and subsequent examination by scientists proved that it was British In workmanship and probably 2,000 years old--a rare relic of the pre- Roman period In the British isles. No one knew what legal disposition of the armlet was to be made, until attorney for the British museum proved that under the old. treasure trove law it must be turned over to the government, the government however, being obliged to pay the finder 80. per cent of Its value. But its value, said the scientists, was Incalculable. After an fiiterestlng court case a jury of Chicester farmers awarded the girl £20 (about t $100) and -the British museum took' the jewel. The Patriot Oei|. Charles P. Summerall told a story about patriotism at a Washington reception. "As soon as America entered ^he World war," he said, "a chap named Jethro Barker decided to volunteer. He was on fire with a patriotic wish to serve his country. So he applied at a recruiting office and was duly thumped and prodded, trotted up and down and Jumped over chairs and tables. "Then came question time. All sorts of qjtiestions were put to him, and his answers were very satisfactory. But the final question staggered him. " "Have you ever served a Jail sentence?* " 'No, gentlemen, I must confess I haven't,' he answered, but he added with a gulp, 'I'd be willing tS^serve a short one if it's necessary.'" The Diver's Telephone James F. O'Malley, famous diver, said to a New York reporter the other day: "I had a funny experience with an old lady visitor. I was down on the sea bottom at the time, and she asked the men if she could talk to me over our sea telephone. They said she could, and so this was the talk we had: "'Hello, diver!' " 'Hello, ma'am/ " 'What are you doing down there?* " 'Just now I'm sitting down having a rest.' " 'Good gracious I. What sitting on?' "'On some rocks.' » * . "'Oh, diver! 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