Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 17, 1912, Page 6

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Your remark couldn’t have been personal, for I have never been in these mountains before, and you don't know a thing about me, you are doing?" “I'm getting galax leaves for Miss Anne's shrine.” | “Oh, is there a Catholic about | bere?” “I don't know ‘hout her being a Cath'lic,” answered Kitty. “These are for a love shrine. It's all like the most beautiful story, mother says. We think Miss Anne’s lover died.” “Yes, women usually erect shrines after their lovers have gone,” said Laurie Thorne bitterly. “I'd rather get a few flowers while I am living than have a cemetery full after I am dead.” “Are you going up the mountain?” asked Kitty. “If you are, I wish you'd carry this little basket of hick- ory nuts. Miss Anne wants them for a cake.” “I'll carry them for you,” answered the hunter gallantly, “but not for a hysterical woman who builds shrines to dead men.” “Well, 1 don’'t care who you think you're doing it for,” said Kitty stub- tage. hmnh “just so Miss Anne gets them, She's going to stay here all winter, Mother's very glad, for it's company for us, you know. My father sells lumber, and mother and I.are staying | in the mountains this winter 8o as not to leave him alone so much.” The child trudged bravely along be- side the big six-foot man for a long distance up the rocky road, then she stumbled and sitting down in the road calmly announced: “You go on to Miss Anne's cottage—you get to it before you do to the hotel where we stay—and tell her to send somebody after me, I'm too tired to move.” “Get up off that cold ground,” de- manded Laurie. “I'll carry you.” “Can you do it with that gun and basket and—what is in that sack?” she asked suddenly looking at the game sack over his shoulder. “Two or three wild turkeys. One more bird won't make any difference,” he laughed, “so come along!” He swung her up on his shoulder and she sighed contentedly. “I'm awfully tired. I guess I walk- ed too far. Mother'll scold it she finds out I went so far alone.” “Right she'll be to scold and spank you, too, young lady. This mountaln is no place for stray babies.” “I'm not a baby any more. I'm near- ly seven. Any way I had to get those leaves. The old ones in the bowl right by his picture have turned nearly yel- low. Miss Anne loves him dreadtully.” “I expect so. If she is llke most women, & memory is a thing to cher- ish. It's a romance. I bet a dol lar, girlie, that Miss Anne is a sour old maid, who never had a beau in her lite. “She's just blufing you.” “No, siree,” said Kitty, promptly. “There’s been about a hundred men to see her since she came last summer. She's young and too beautiful to be real. She looks like a fairy princess. A sure enough duke came to see her last, but she shipped him, easy as dad- dy sells logs, he said.” “Is that the place?” “They had come in sight of a gras stone cottage and the glow from the log fires within made the window: right crimson in the early twilight. “Yes. I'm going to halloo like #Yitz Aren't you cold out here? What's that ! They Had Come in Sight of the Cot- | APRIL 17, 1912, does when heebrings eggs to the llotoll to sell. 1 want,Miss Anne to see my | new horse,” laughed Kitty. “No, you don’t. If Miss Anne is such a desirable beauty, I'll just wait until I clean up before I meet her. My valet and guide have gone on ahead with my traps.” | “Oh, yes, they came in an automo- bile this morning and took awful, spensive rooms, mother said. Tguess | you're rich.” 1 Turning a curve in the road, the; voung hunter and bis charge came to | the entrance of the cottage, A woman | in gray with soft silver fox under her | throat, stood, on the top step lookiug; off over the valley where a deep orange burned in the sky above the fringe of dark cedar trees, The man stopped suddenly. “Miss Anne,” called Kitty, “here's the man that's going to stop at the | notel.” .nne turned slowly, and the quiet look of peace in her face gave place to astonishment. “Is it really you, Laurie?" she ask- ed wonderingly. “Yes,” said the man, putting Kitty down and handing the nuts to her, “yes, it's [. Of course you understand this is an accident. 1 supposed you were abroad.” | Anne came down the steps holding out her Lkand. “Won't you say that you are glad to see me, anyway?" she ask- ed, tremulously. “No," said Laurie, “for the sight of vou has opened the old wound.” “Here's your leaves for the love shrine, Miss Anne, and the hickory nuts for the cake. I'll have to run on now, Much obliged to you for carrying me, It was most polite of you,” added Kitty, with all the grown-up dignity she could summon to her service, “Come in, Laurie, for a minute,” urged the girl hospitably. “I have wanted to see you again.” He held open the door for her with his old time deference and charm, then went in after her, leaving his |¢ game sack and gun on the porch, The little living room was warm with bright rugs and bangings, and the big fire of black-jack wood sent out | { Laurie’s quick | a welcoming cheer. eyes looked for the shrine. On a small inlaid ebony table stood a pic- ture in a silver frame, but in the dim light, the face of the man was not clearly seen. A bowl of galax leaves was on one side, and a tiny incense jar of curious design stood on the other. A volume of Mrs. Browning's poems was there, too, and Laurie thought instantly of the night he had carried that same little leather book to Anne. She had stood behind his chair reading to him and he remember- ed that when she repeated, “I love’ thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle light,” she had leaned over and kissed him softly on the forehead. But that, he recalled, was before she had come into her Aunt Patricia's vast es- tate, “Won't you sit down, Laurie?” Anne's voice was low and musical and played on the man's heart strings like magic. “No, Anne.” The quietness of his own voice startled him. *I came here on a hunting trip. [I'll move on in the morning. The game is prety wellkill- ed out.” He was trying to talk of common- place things, and keep his eyes from seeing the picture of the man Anne loved. “Yes, denl” She lighted a tall standing lamp and Lanrie watched the flame flicker and | then burn steadily. He looked n;:;linf toward the shrine, The picture in | the silver frame was his own, “Anne, what does that mean? child out there said that the natives hunt a great The you kept a slirine to the memory of some! man you loved. Anne, what does it mean?" “You left me because somebody told vou that Aunt Patricia had left me her fortune, together with her godson, Lord Dunsford. You believed and— and— “Your cousin Tom, your own law- yer, told me. I thought you didn't care, Anne, whom do you love?" Anne threw the yellowed galax leaves into the fire where they burn. ed sputteringly, then replaced them with the fresh ones Kitty had gather- ed on the mountain. She turned back then to the figure in brown corduroy. “Did you think I—I could forget you for all the money and lords in the world?" she sobbed. “I came looking for game,” he said, his arms about her, “and I have found the most desirable game in the world, and yet, I don't want to shoot itt Will you let me put this game in captivity—In my heart—for always, Anne?” “For always,” said Anne, softly. “No matters what comes, will you love me on and on, dear?” Then came her answer that sent hot blood racing In his veins. “I will love you to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle light.” Convinced Too Late. 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