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13 HOME AND FARM MAGAZINE SECTION I t a in ’t ever been hurt, or je rk e d .” In the Light of the Morning A Short Story by Elma Cadwallader. ’TIE k itch en doer banged, and Toni lips and moved them ag ain and again dashed out blindly into the i>eaeo of before ho continued. The w ords ap th o sp rin g m orning. He cu t across peared to be w rung from him ag ain st h is m o th e r's flow er be la, leav in g be his will, y e t ho spoke w ith a passion hind a tr a il of ten d er young plants, ate relief. “ I ’ve— ” tram p le 1 anil broken, and ran into tho “ Go o n ,” Tom persisted, in th e grip b a r i to where his h o rse ’s head was th ru s t in g reetin g to him over tho bars of a fearsom e an a irresistib le curios of a box-stall. Tom Hung both arm s ity. “ I 'v e k illed a m a n !” a Tho meadow w as very still. The — te a rs all born o f rage, hum iliation, an d more dangerous passions. The drops horse stopped cropping the grass to fell slowly, dropping o ff th e h o rse's listen to a tin k lin g cowbell across tho valley. From T o m ’s m ind the fog of cream colored inane into th e straw . his recen t an g er vanished, leaving him “ P a lieked me-—aw ful, th is tim e ! ’’ gasped tho boy. “ He s h a n 't do it again. in sudden, confusing lig h t. lie b ent I ’ll— I 'll g et even. I ’ll— ” H is hand down and la re fn lly rem oved a beetle w ent to his pocket and touched the from his overalls w ithout know ing w hat k n ife th ere, and as his fin g ers curled he did. “ W h y !” he breathed, a t last. B l i t th e stra n g e r only repeated. “ I ’ve round it, th o confusion in his thoughts H e shivered in the cleared. Suddenly his m ind seemed killed a m a n .” possessed o f a d efin ito resolve. He warm rays of tho sunshine, and as the shuddered and th e tears dried q u ie tly horse moved he groped his way up till he clung to its mane. on hia face. “ Did he— h it y o n i ” Tho b ars o f tho box stall were bent “ No. I t w a s n 't th a t. I ’vi a mad and the horso was tax in g th e ir frail re sigtance. A t last Tom took tho old tem per. 1 stru ck in blind, crazy rage, bridle from a peg, b u t before he led before I knew. He w as my step fath er, his tre a su re out into th e sunshine, he b u t h e ’d alw ays tre a te d mo square. pressed Ids cheek, w ith a kind of fu r 'Tw as about money th a t we quarreled— tiv o tenderness, ag ain st the warm, v el money my m other left. him. H e ’d earned th e rig h t to it, w orkin ’ on the ranch for v e t like nostrils. The farm house showed w hite and m o re'n ten years, so as the m ortgage fresh ly p ain ted a t the end of a short could he paid off. Ho done splendid p a th , betw een tall stalk s of hollyhocks by th e old place. M aybe if I h a d n ’t in bloom. Tom dodged around the got to care a lot fo r him— a lo t m ore'u b a rn and made fo r th e low er meadow. i th o u g h t— I wonldn t feel like this. H e would be o u t of call o f his m oth People d o n ’t know l.ow much th ey care e r 's voice there. He dropped astrid e till som ething happens to show ’e m .” Tom drew a long b reath. a rock and allowed his horse to crop the “ I ’ve been n in n in ' since y esterday gTass near. A fter a fu tile e ffo rt to recall d etails noon— seems like I 'd been ru n n in ’ for H is hand w ent to his b are o f his fig h t of th e previous d ay w ith w eeks.” Ted C u th tra l, in the school y a rd —he th ro at. “ I was afra id o f th e woods. could rem em ber n othing b u t thuds and The face w as w ith me, his face and the blood an d dust, then being shown the eyes, a fte r I 'd stru ck . I was afra id of brick he had hurled a fte r T e d 's re th e shadows under tho trees in the tr e a tin g form —he fell to considering woods, and— tho nights, and th e wind fo r th e th o u san d th tim e C h u b ’s fin e in th e canyons. I c a n ’t stay alone. I t ’s points. A b e tte r mood touched him. aw ful to bo alono w ith thonghts. I I t n eu tralized his passion, tem porarily, had to come b aek —to see people. Y et passion th a t was lik e physical pain. I'm a fra id to ta ik a g ain st my will, as W a s n ’t he th e ow ner of th e b e st horse I ’m d o in ’ now. I ’r- a fra id to see men in th e county! A herse th a t was cornin’ to tak e me, and tho w om en's sw ifter, sounder, sm arter th an an y of seared faces, and children fo llo w in ’ to w hich he had ev er read or heard! Was w atch. W hen I saw you and your th ere ever snch a slender, arched neck, horse I cam e out. P erh ap s he ’ll help w hen it w as raised lik e th a t ; and the me g et aw ay, I th o u g h t.” ears pricked. Then Tom saw w hat the Tom brushed his clean s ir t sleeve horse had been q uicker to notice. A across his evos and clam m y forehead, young man had crep t through th e and under th e sh irt he fe lt a ehill bashes bord erin g th e creek, stum bled creeping and persp iratio u b u rstin g out over arms, and neck, and body. “ H elp fo rw a rd and stopped. All th e m orning w as peace, y e t the you get a w a y ,” ho echoed slowly. m a n ’s face showed h aggard and d ark , “ T h at '8 i t I g o tta. The horso w ith eyes th a t gleam ed like th e eyes m ight—yon see I ’m w e a k .” A flash o f a trap p ed anim al. H is h a ir was seemed to pass over th e d ark face, and black, ragged, dam p w ith dew. and the th e black eyes w avered and sh ifted w hole of him ap peared drenched and from T o m 's w h ite f-.c e . to rn as if w ith heavy storms. T here was a silence, th en th e boy Tom came suddenly to his feet. p u t his arm s around 4 ’h o b ’s noek and “ W h at d ’ you w a n t ! ” he stam m ered. held it pressed ag ain st his c a rt, which “ W here— w here d ’ you come f r o m l” was thum p:ng hard. " Y o n mean you T h ere w as no answ er. The d ark face w an t th e Ioan of my h o rs e !” he cried. quivered, and th ere w as such o v e r “ B u t you s h a n 't have him— n et to run w helm ing te rro r in th e eyes th a t Tom aw ay! W hy— why d o n ’t yon go b a c k ! You ought to go b a c k .” I t w as a fo rg o t his own. “ A re you sick —h u r t! Is somebody th ought th a t shook th e n both, and they a fte r y o v f” Tom approached a step sta re d into each o th e r ’s e y ta fo r a long, frig h ten ed , speechless h a lf min o r tw o n earer th e stran g er. “ No. N o b o d y ’s a fte r me— not th a t ute. “ Go b a c k ! ” th e young man w his I know of. ’ ’ The words w ere u ttered u n certain ly , heavily, as from a mind pered in a dull key o f uneom prehen- bending under a burden beyond its sion. He tu rn ed his head aside, then stren g th . The young man sw ayed a suddenly hid his face in his hands. Tom stood m otionless. W hen th e little , b u t stead ied him self again by a hand on th e h o rse ’s flan k . All the faco was raised it had changed. “ I ’d ragged length of him denoted m uscular not th o u g h t o f i t , ” be said, w ith all a pow er, y e t he w as b en t, and moved as c h ild 's sim plicity. “ I f I go back I can rest. I t will be good to rest— an old m an moves. “ Sit down here,” the boy said, anyw here— not to be a fra id Yes, I ’ll go b a c k .” lie m ade th e an n o u n ce qniekly compassionate. Tho w ild eyes sh ifted to th e rock an m ent w ith th e b lank, un reaso n in g yield in s ta n t, th en retu rn ed to T o m 's sym pa ¡ng of an exhausted child. “ I ’d w alk th e tic face and stay ed th ere. “ I c a n ’t back, only I 'm w eak— i t ’ll ta.’ e a long r e s t,’’ he m uttered. “ I ’m b e a t out, tim e .” b u t I c a n 't rest. I ’ve w alked from A suspicion o f the m a n 's good fa ith F u lto n , w here I live. I t ’s tw e n ty five flashed b efo re T o m 's m ind, th en he put m iles— over th a t m ountain a t th e end of it from him w ith sham e and a fine th e valley, b u t I c a n 't sleep nor r e s t.” pride, and led th e horse np close to “ I f so m eth in g 's th o u b lin ’ yon, it th e roek. “ You can have him ” be m ig h t help— to te ll,” Tom urged. “ I said, “ fo r today. N obody a i n ’t ever tell my horse things. I k n o w .” rid d en h im ” — he choked over the “ I d id n 't w an t to tell. I d id n 't words, all th a t they m eant to him — th in k to ta lk to you, b u t m aybe I ’d b e t “ b u t me. H e ’ll c a rry you over the te r. F eels like I 'd go m a l if I d id n 't m ountain by noon, th en you can turn — tell some o n e.” He seem ed driven him loose and h e 'll cornu home, ’cause to speech by a g re a t need, y et held h e 's aw ful fond of me. I raised him. back by some g re a t fear. H is b reath No one can catch him , e ith e r, when •hook him as he stood, as though he ! he *s loose, but me. T h a t's it— leave the had been running, and be m oistened his I reins easy, ’cause hia m o u th ’s tender. i M “ I t ’s good o f y o n ,” the young man faltered , “ and i t ’s aw ful good of you to— tru s t m e.” Tom made a gesture of dissent. He c o u ld n ’t speak ju s t then. The horso sta rte d forw ard. The man did no t look back, b u t Tom heard him sobbing, firs t in g ro at fu g itiv e gasps, th en more g en tly till he had le ft the meadow and tu rn ed th e bend in the road tow ard tho old stone bridge. A t sundown, a sihall figure, dishev ek'd and d ust-stained, sat liuudl d in tho d itch by th e roadside. T om 's knees were draw n up and his arm s locked round them , end th e blue eves, softened, but dulled w ith w atching, stared tow ard an expanse of county I road in the distance. All his defiance and anger of th e m orning, th e bravado and sw aggering self assurance of him. were gone u tterly . II is chin trem bled occasionally as he noted th e shadows deepening, tu rn in g day Burely into n ig h t under th e g re a t oaks. T hen a horse appeared. I t w as dim ly outlined a g ain st th e lig h t patch o f road, but it w as riderless and coni iug in his direction. Tom lifted bis head. C rab! I t m ust be— it w as Chub, bis own horse! 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