Unto the
Hills.
By OLIVE HARPER.
Copyright, 1909, by American Press
Association.
T
' T Is useless to sny any more on
the subject, Ezra. My decision
Is taken."
"Very well," replied Ezrn, with
a sigh, as ho looked down at his wife,
who stood before him, with deflanco in
every lino of her pretty face. Her
shoulders were thrown bnck and her
right foot advanced, while her hands
were clinched as If for a combat.
This ready acceptance of her ex
pressed determination annoyed her.
Bho had expected opposition and was
prepared for fighting It from every
standpoint. Her arguments had been
carefully prepared to defeat anything
ho might say. And here ho had accept
ed her decision without n word. Ho
asked no concession, mode no nppcal.
It was exasperating.
Ezra Robins was six feet tall and
' big In proportion. Edna was a little
mlto of a woman, whom he could car
ry like a child In his strong arms. Ho
loved her with a mighty lovo and
cherished her with an Infinite tender
ness. He almost worshiped the girlish
prettlncss of her face with Its pink
cheeks, pale blue eyes, ashen blond
hair and weak chin. All these traits
appealed to his large nature as tbo ten
der beauty of a little child. Nothing
that he could do for her was too hard
or Irksome.
Ezra had received next to no edu
cation, as his family had moved to
California before there were schools
and ho had been obliged to work from
almost his babyhood. His father had
died, leaving him the ranch near the
summit of the beautiful undulating
hill Just beyond IMedmont.. Here lie
had brought his young bride.
Every comfort that he could obtain
for Edna was purchased, and ho was
very happy In his protecting lovo and
abounding tenderness. Ho loved her
so entirely that he did not know or
feel that her love for hlra was but a
weak and attenuated sentiment of half
contemptuous toleration.
For Edna Itoblns had literary aspi
rations. , She subscribed for the story
papers, read Mrs. Braddon, Oulda and
The Duchess. She longed to evolve
books like those written by her fa
vorite authors ond to people them
with such unreal characters as lived
in those books. She would sit for
hours In her darkened room trying to
create a plot for n book where all the
suffering heroines should live In sump
tuous homes, wear diamonds and have
dazzling beauty.
While she was dreaming her dreams
of unrealities In her room Ezra would
wander to a place from which he could
look down upon the sceno before him
the beautiful San Francisco bay a
panorama surpassed nowhere on earth.
Ho' always turned his eyes toward the
Golden Gate as the sun was setting to
watch the last rays as It sank Into the
Pacific. After the sunset came the
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gorgeous glory of the gold fringed
purplo clouds. The last look was giv
en to tho Golden Gate Itself, .the
rugged slopes of the broken hearted
mountain that had been torn asunder
by some unknown cataclysm of nature
to open the gate to tho hordes to come.
Alcatraz and Goat island grew dim
as tho lights of the city across tho bay
burned out, and when the evening
star and perhaps a tbln silvery cres
cent hung down low over the Ban
Francisco bills he would heave a sigh
of doep content and return to the
ranch with a sweet peace on his face
and humble thankfulness for all that
he had and had seen filling bis heart
so that his countenance beamed with
the inner light of a great soul.
At such times be was unconsciously
a truo poet, with grand thoughts strug
gling for utterance and finding no out
let in words. But tho gtory and beau
ty of It all sank deep In bis simple
heart.
Edna wrote a little namby pamby
story of an Impossible hero and her
olne. This story she sent to the edi
tor of the local paper.
The editor thought that Edna was a
fool, but he had recolvcd many eerv-
Ices from Ezra when in bard luck, and
what editor does not have hU hours
r mn,T when every hair itanda up
sm
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i
straight? Bo he corrected the gram
mar and punctuation and gave some
attention to the orthography, but with
a grim smllo refrained from changing
the story Itself. Then be printed It,
calling attention editorially to tho new
star In the literary firmament.
That settled It all. Edna felt that
she was a genius that there was no
field for her In that desolate place.
Onco or twice Ezra tried blunderingly
to show her tho beauty of her sur
roundings, where nature has been
more lavish of gracious gifts than In
any other land, but in all that wonder
she saw nothing worthy the attention
of the great writer she was.
All she lacked was tho atmosphere
of a great city. New York was the
center. There she wished to go, and
alone. Shcdld not wlsbrto harness her
genius to such a plain, Ignorant com
panion as Ezra. No; she must be alone,
and when she had achieved success
and realized her ambition she would
return for a visit.
Dreams of honors to be showered
upon her by tho great ones of earth
filled her head. In this lonely place
she was lost, entombed with her gen
ius. She did not say talent, but genius.
Ezra had heard all her complaints
until he knew them by heart. Dimly
he felt that she was throwing away
tho substant'o for the shadow, but he
had no words to voice his thoughts.
With nil the obstinacy of a weak and
foolish woman Edna clung to her Idea,
repeating It always In the same words
and In the same monotonous tone,
with her weak chin uplifted, until now
unavalllngly, when Ezra had said:
"Very well."
Then she went to her room and be
gan to, pack.
Ezra went up to his comforting nia-
drona (rce and threw himself down
with his gaze fastened upon tho Gold
en Gate and the littlo fleet of ships
that were sailing In. nis friends, the
stars, came out while tho sliver moon
hung low nbovc tho horizon and sank
slowly out of sight. He half sobbed:
"Poor littlo thing! I don't blame her.
She Is too bright and clever and gifted
for me anyway. I never had no chance
to learn. If she will be happier why,
I ought to be too. Poor little mother
less tiling!"
Then two big tears suddenly sprang
from his eyes, and a heart wrung sob
was in his throat as he pictured to
himself what the ranch would bo with
out Ednn.
When lie went in she hud finished
packing nnd was sitting before the
glass putting her front hair In crlnips.
It was such soft, pretty hair, Ezra
thought. Ho bent clumsily nnd took
a wisp of It Into his broad palm and
lifted it softly to his lips. She consid
ered this almost an impertinence nnd
drew her head nway, while Ezra said
slowly:
"Edna, I want to sny this I'll stay
here on tho ranch, nnd and if you
ever want me you have only to send
me word."
For answer sho tossed her head. He
continued:
"Today I drawed all tho money I
had banked a thousand dollars. Hero
It is. If you need more I'll cend it
when tho crops are sold."
"I shall not need any more. And I
will return this out of the profits on
my 'Little Will o' the Wisp.' I only
borrow it."
"Maybe there won't be no profits,"
hazarded Ezra.
"Oh, I wish you could learn to
speak English properly," she replied,
angered by his doubt. She had no
doubts.
"And," she continued, "I may go to
Europe. I have read that 'The Bread
winner made a hundred thousand dol
lars for the author. And If such a
silly book could do so well mine ought
to do much better. Why, all tho peo
ple In that book are Just ordinary
folks and don't do anything grand or
heroic, and well, I know mine Is much
better."
Ezra sighed, but said no more. Edna
took the money.
Neither slept much that night.
A week later Edna stood in New
York. Sho began her search for a
publisher. She wrote letters to the
most prominent publishers, hinting of
the great work she was ready to read
them, for she determined not to let
her precious manuscript out of her
hands. She dressed well, arranged her
rooms rooms then and waited for tUe
publishers to come. She hoped they
would not fight each other. No one
even replied to her letters. But why
tell in detail the story of her long wait
ing, her cruel ddsapplntments, the
cold refusals lot and worse, tho re
turn of her books without comment
or regret? She had learned that she
must trust to the publishers, after all.
She learned many a bard lesson dur
ing the next few years, but with the
superlative obstinacy of her nature she
persisted in her belief of her own
genius. She wrote hopeful letters to
her husband and never told of her de
feat. Her money was all gone. She moved
to one little nttlc room and peddled
cosmetics for awhile, then addressed
circulars, living, or, rather, existing,
most miserably. Her garments were
shabby, her shoes distressful nnd her
hat disreputable.
At last even the circulars failed her.
Sho was cold and hungry. Without
money sho had still been hopeful. The
day would come when she would ride
in her carriage. Did not true genius
always suffer? There wero six books
awaiting a publisher, all written along
the same lines.
But on this day sho really did lose
her courage. There Is nothing like
cold and hunger to develop despond
ency. She thought as the rain dripped
down Icy cold from a leaden sky of
the ranch out In California. How sun
ny. It wast How the trees were bend
Ing now with their weight of fruit!
How the grapevines were covered
with great purple bunches, ltwrtru!
Md swcetl How rich the milk watt
and how thick and yellow this i renin
and how sweet tho butter! She hn"
not tasted butter for a long time, am!
as she thought she was almost ready
to say, "I will arise and go to uiv fa.
ther."
Suddenly she began to cry not r
burst of noisy tears, but n hopeless
quiet weeping without evenji sob.
In her morning's paper she lirtl rem"
of a new western nuthor who In'
drawn his Inspiration from tho very
Piedmont hills where her h'.te was
There was an extract, and thW see! ice
to speak to her In her husband'H ow
voice and say tho same thlu. of t!i:
place tliat sho had heard him way f'
Dftcn. It was a Word picture of ii'.l
that could bo seen from that spot up
jndor the nindronu. She could snu'I'
tho waxy blossoms nnd sec tho rMi
masses of tho golden popples that fair
ly crowded each other. She could hear
tho yellow linnets, see the wild rabbits
scutterlug In the bushes. She saw the
droll little gophers ns tyey put their
noses out, saw tho broad bay oil, It
was too much! Sho was seized with n
sudden homesickness. She would
write to Ezra, and he would send her
money. Hut could she live until the
letter could rench her?
Dcfent was written nil over her. Ten
years had left Its fcupress on her face,
."NOW TUIS MINTJTEl'' SAID EDNA.
her hair, her form. Maybe ho would
not care to have her back! Then more
tears.
She began u letter to Ezra when
there was a strange, heavy step on tut
rickety stairs which was yet curiously
familiar. She stood up, listening. She
was very pale. Opening the door in
response to the knock, she stood fac
ing her husband.
"Ezra!" she faltered weakly.
"Edna, my dear, I couldn't stand life
without you any longer."
She fell Into his arms to be strained
to his heart while she sobbed:
"Oh, Ezra, I am so unhappy! I am
a failure. My books are good for noth
ing. They are not true. I was writ
ing to you to ask you to go home."
Then they sat and talked of the deal
old ranch and many other things.
Edna noticed something now, more
alert, deeper and stronger in Ezra's
manner and dimly fancied he used
much better language than before and
chose his words with more discrimina
tion.
She showed htm the extract in the
paper from the book that had made
her so homesick.
"What will you say, Edna, when I
tell you that I wrote that book? I
was so lonesome after you went that
I thought I'd study some to pass the
time. I had a teacher up on the
ranch four years, and then I kept on
reading and studying, and suddenly,
almost without knowing how I did It,
I began tho book, and here is your
copy."
"Oh, Ezra, I was writing only
dreams! I see it now, and you have
written truths. Oh, I am ashamed!"
"Well, you needn't be. You are the
cleverest, sweetest nnd beat girl In the
world. When shall wo start?"
"Now this minute!" said Edna.
Ons Virtue of Art.
The greater number of us are con
demned by circumstance of income and
the routine of duty to a life restrained
by wnlls, streets and the more or less
flexible bouuds of the community. The
greater world without is defined by
such impressions as the books and
tho newspapers and the chance travel
ers make upon our imaginations. When
the opportunity of vacation or enforced
travel takes us Into country and yltles
thus described, wo learn how awry
and colorless these initial impressions
have been.
The life that goes on within our own
walk must ever be narrow in this one
sense that tho mind can never recre
ate all of any scene brought to us by
others. Tho painter, as skillfully as
tho musician, can catch movement,
light and poetry and can present them,
so far as they may bo reproduced, to
tho senses of the beholder. His ex
pertness at this Is often weird,- un
canny. At least a half dozen pictures
ean make one feel as if present In the
scene, a thing Impossible to the photo
graph or to any other of tho graphic
arts. This, we believe, Is a valuable
quality of art. It can bring a relief
from the dulling rule of duty. It can
Impart a touch of the buoyancy of
travel. It can, to employ a hackneyed
but fitting phrase, take one out of one-
elf. Toledo Blade,
The Limelight
The Eightieth Birthday of
Genera! William Booth of
the Salvation Army Two
Princes Who Now Hardly
Know Their Own Names.
THE celebrations all over the
world In honor of the eightieth
birthday of General William
Booth, founder and command
er in chief of the Salvation Army, call
attention to the fact that tho venera
ble head of this great militant reli
gious organization has Just won a fight
with no less a personage than the czar
of Russia. General Booth was long
forbidden entrance to the Russian em
pire and was apparently ns much
dreaded by the czar and his associate
autocrats as a revolutionist or assas
sin. But at last all opposition to him
has been withdrawn.
General Booth was born on April 10,
1820, In Nottingham, England, and
was nt first a minister of tho Metho
dist Now Connection denomination,
but ho left this ministry in 1801 to
engage in evangelistic work, and his
Interest In this department of religious
activity led to his devoting himself
wholly to labors among the outcasts
nnd downtrodden and in that way to
the organization of the Salvation
Army, which dates its birth from tho
year 1878. The army is now estab
lished in twenty-five different coun
tries nnd has some 10,000 officers. Its
head, who exercises over It tho sway
of a benevolent despot, believes he is
good for almost another eighty years
yet and 'In his ripe old ago declines to
take life much easier than of old.
He lives in a plainly furnished home
of the country mansion type. Every
thing about the place bespeaks sim
plicity, combined with a somewhat
rude comfort. The general when work
ing occupies a large back room on
the ground floor overloklng a sweep
of green lawn. Despite his years
his figure Is erect and gives the im
pression of a man six feet in height.
He not only works full ten hours a
dny when at home, but often converts
his bedroom Into a workshop and nt
night when unable to sleep devotes
OENEHAIi WILLIAM BOOTH.
himself to tho problems of sociology
nnd religion which occupy so large a
portion of his thought.
It was quite characteristic that Gen
eral Booth should signalize his ap
proach to octogenarian honors by set
ting forth a plan that has long occu
pied his thoughts and bees, the subject
of many conferences with. his. asso
ciates namely, tho establishment of a
sort of Salvation Army university, or,
as tho general terms it, "a World Uni
versity For tho Cultivation of tho Sci
ence of Humanity In Connection With'
tho Salvation Army." It Is proposed
that the Institution should have. Its
main wings in England and the United
States, with affiliated colleges through
out the world. In tho United States
the head school will be in Now York,
and Chicago will havo an important
branch. In the various departments of
this university of humanity those wish
ing to engage in the work of the array
will be trained in its Methods of social
and religious work, ana General liootn
hopes that they will thus bo better able
to deal with tho terrlblo and crying
evils which afflict the human race.
Considerable complication was intro
duced into tho already confused Ser
vian situation when Crown Prince
George renounced his rights of succes
sion to the throne in consequence of
the scandal about bis alleged brutal
treatment of a servant. Amid all the
talk of war with Austria-Hungary over
the proposed annexation by the latter
of Herzcgovnla and Bosnia the ques
tion of succession to tho throne forged
to tho front and threatened a condition
of anarchy which might mako Austri
an intervention unavoidable. Prlnco
George Is said to have been crushed
by remorse at the death of his servant
and greatly chagrined that he was vir
tually charged by the nation with his
murder, for death resulted from tbo
Injury tho man received, whether It
was purely accidental or otherwise.
Crown Prince George has been subject
to fits of uncontrollable anger, and tbo
charge that he had knocked his valet
down and trampled upon him, so in
juring him as to cause his death short
ly afterward, was eagerly taken up by
the Socialists and other opponents of
the reigning family.
Prince Alexander, eeco&d son of
King Peter of Serrla, who la default
of Publicity
Characters Who Flflurc
Prominently In the Eye.
Mrs. Anna Boyle and the
Mystery of Her Connec
tion With the Whltla Case.
of the descent of the succession to
Prince George would ordinarily bc
cpme heir to the throne, spent somo
years In St. Petersburg ns n student
and has the reputation of being Intel-
PMNOES OEORGB AND ALEXANDER, FlttST
AND SECOND SONS OP KINO PETEIt.
Ilgcnt and serious minded, being of a
less violent and willful temperament
than his brother George.
When his brother George's resigna
tion of kingly rights wns under consid
eration Alexander is reported to have
said: "Under no circumstances will I
agree to take my brother's place. If
he cannot be a good king, neither can
I. I will stick to my brother through
thick and thin. George must remain
srown prince."
Tho original complication In the case
sf these brothers was rendered more
complicated still when King Peter is
sued n ukase changing the names of
his sons so ns to preserve the name of
George as head of tho house of Kara
georgevltch. Prince George is now
Prlnco Alexander and Prince Alexan
der is Prince George, which Is mixing
things worse than Little Buttercup did
In "Pinafore."
Anna Boyle, who Is charged with
being un accessory to the kidnaping of
little Willie Whltla of Sharon, Pa., Is
a very nervy woman, and when she
was being taken from Cleveland to
Pennsylvania she almost eluded the
vigilance of tho officers and made an
attempt to Jump from tho train. Her
personality Is ono of the mysterious
features of tho case, and though she
Is said to be the wife of James H.
Boyle, the chief figure in the kidnap
ing plot, her history Is a matter which
has excited considerable speculation
and discussion. She Is not a bad look-
Una. ANNA BOYLE.
lng woman, and, though little Willi
has said that she "swore something
awful" while sho had him in charge,
sho gives evidence of having no small
degree of education and knowledge of
tho world.
Almost Complete.
Work on tho grounds and buildings
of the Alaska-Yukon-Paciflc exposi
tion at Seattle is well advanced, and
the management is determined to have
everything In readiness by opening,
day. This has been written about all
expositions in late years, but the prom
ise has never been completely fulfilled.,
Tho officials of tho Alaska-Yukon-Pacific
exposition, however, have started
out with a completed-on-openlng-day
Idea abovo everything else, and If they
do not carry out their plan it will not
be because western energy has not
been expended in the task.
Citizens of Seattle and the entlro Pa
cific coast are enthusiastic in their
support of tho exposition. No "knock
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