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LILY OF THE VALLEY
By Rhoda Carey
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
A woodland girl, with flying hair
and shy eyes like a-nymph's, was the
apparition Halsey saw when he came
back to consciousness. She was
kneeling at his side, bending over
him and supporting his head and try
ing to staunch the blood that flowed
from the deep cuts in the scalp.
"Oh, you are alive!" she cried, and
then she blushed to see the injured
man's eyes fixed upon hers.
Halsey had been lost while on his
vacation hunting trip. He had fallen
down the mountain side into the ra
vine, where the girl found him.
Her father, a rough, ignorant man,
apparently an immigrant, had come,
and now he helped Halsey back to
the shack which he had built in the
valley. There he lived with his child,
Lily. His wife lay buried on the
The days that followed, during
which Halsey slowly struggled back
to recover from the loss of blood,
were halcyon ones. Lily attended
him Lily, utterly ignorant of life in
cities, Lily of the Valley, a wood
nymph, a dainty, fleeting, timid, con--fiding
creature who might have
stepped out of the pages of some
It was a miracle to Halsey. He
told her of life in San Francisco, of
the huge building in which he
worked with a hundred other clerks;
of clubs and hotels, of street cars,
things of which Lily had only heard
as casual words upon the lips of
strangers at the distant depot
He was 24 and she 19. Thrown
into each other's company during a
week, how could they help but love?
Their love was of an elemental kind
such as Halsey, fresh from the city,
had never dreamed of. There was a
sweetness and an awe which made it
fantasy. And so the days passed.
ttwas night. "Tomorrow I walk
to the stage, Lily," said Halsey. "But
how I wish I could spend all my life
here with 'you!"
Her lips trembled. "You do not
have to go, Philip," she said softly.
He told her of his mother, whom
he worked to support He was her
only help. For that reason he had
abandoned nis early dreams of
ranching and gone into the insur
ance company's employment For
this reason he must go back.
"Some day, when I am rich, I am
coming back for you, dear," he whis-
Lily Attended Him
pered. "Not now not while mar
riage is impossible."
He took her in his arms for the
first time and their lips met. She
clung to his pasisonately. It was a
fairy tale come true for her.
For him until San Francisco
broke on his vision again. He told
the story wonderingly to a friend a
few weeks later.
"Upon my word," he said, "I felt
at the time as if I'd like nothing bet-
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