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THE MAN IN THE BARN.
MORLEY ROBERTS
(Author of "Immortal Youth, A Son outward terror, if God's Country was a
of Empire," etc.).
And these winters They were crud. They slew strong men and hardy stock. The blizzard blew up from the north and the world was a cruel whiteness, and it was a country of death, covered with a sheet like a dead thing. This was her complaint within, for she feared those aretie winds whon the glass fell Gifty below zero. About the fires of winter, they told awful stories and she shivered. The weather was keen and cold and lows had slain her eldest boy and had from the form all round to the horizon crippled her husband. Some day it might the world was a sheet of dazzling white claim Bill, who reminded her of her own snow. Hero and there the groves of trees brother, in far off Kentucky, who had standing to the north and east of the been such a boy, so careless, so childlike. farius showed up darkly, for northern Sometimes when she was sweet to him, Towa is dat, as dat indeed as a table,Bill spoke to her of Kentucky that be had and one can see very far without any never seen and she know that he pined let or hindrance. The grove which would to go there, or not there perhaps, hut ane day shelter Seth Ward's place was anywhere. The spring's always still young-the trees had only been blood of youth. She prayed for the pass- the planted for four years. Far to the west ing of his youth in spite of herself. She there was a little break in the snow level wanted him to be a man, to understand due to the line of rail road running to how heavily the world weighed upon his Vincent The wind had cleared the wea father and on herself, and even Nancy. ther bank of the rail-road, it looked like For, when eare comes into a house the a straight black line in the bright anow, women have no youth, and Nancy ander It led north and south to the world of stood. But she loved Bill, and looked mon; it was the only sign that cities stood upon kim ng if he were a child, and she somewhere beyond the verge of the white seemed strangely older than he though he and deserted wilderness of hard front. was six feet high and she a shapeless lath of a girl, with her unkompt hair loose in the wind.
I'm to stay to hun forever Biore, Maria," he said to his wife when he came back crippled and limping after a spring in the hospital at Menominee.
Poor Maria Ward, who had always found the world a tough place, found it harder till now that her man could. do little more than live at home. For those who till the soil in countries where there is seven months' winter have a hard row to hoe. She was thin and gaunt and grey: her hands were like a man's with labour: the red colour faded from her cheeks and she grew pale.
"You've been a good man, Seth," was
all she said.
teen.
"Aye bin-" was all her man replied. But an hour later he said, "Bill's got to be the man How."
Their eldest son had died in the woods." A big pine had fallen him, Bill was nineteen, and his sister four She seemed the older of the two. for she had lived with her mother, and understood the son of the woman which lay beneath the hard ungenial crust. She was homely too, almost ugly, and even now knew that very likely she would never have any "young feller" after her. The whole spirit of youth in the family was in Bill.
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know. It is a bitter gift and comes one But manhood was nearer him than he knows not how, nor when, nor why. It comes like the sense of tears to many. And so it came to him. For some it is born in their sleep, perhaps in a dream. For others it is a gift of dawn and.means a strange awakening. For, others it is of the night and means something with drawn from them. To the boy it was the gift of the North Wind.
"She's a coniin," said Seth Ward, "She asked Maria wondering.
The blizz'rd, M'ría," said her hus called a blizzard she." band. She had forgotten that he always
fall but was driven straight along the air was full of frozen snow, that did not wind. It was like powdered glass. What it touched it stuck to and froze hard upon,
"She's blowin',"
'," said Sath with a laugh. But Nancy did not laugh. She rose and went to the door.
"
Where yer goin', Naney?" asked her father. answered. Her eyes were full of alarm.
"I'm thinkin' of Bill, Paw,
she and her mother saw that they were. Her own answered.
he too grew uneasy, and rising limped to
"I'll call him," she quavered. "Call! He'll not bear," said Seth, Bud the door. flying snow, swooping round the side of entered that was like living frost.
When he opened it a blast
the house, came in even from the south The
The air was thick with the powder of whirled in the mill of the north wind, snow the inner light shone upon it as it "He'll stay there," said Nancy, in an wife. agony. But Seth looked at her and his He's got no sense," he murmured. Ho shouted, but in the sound of the hurricane his voice seemed a vain thing. Every shut the door suddenly. moment the gale grew heavier..
Seth
"There's no rope here?" he asked. He meant to go out into the blizzard with it attaebed to him to look for the lust barn.
But there was no rope.
She forgot her man at that moment, and thought only of Bill. Nancy kept her eyes had a life of its own. upon the rolling ball. It seemed as il it.
that hurricane & man might miss anything,
"He'll be there now," she said Bat-in-
that nearly blew hiin off his loan. Ha kaw Heth was in black darkness, in a mad wind nothing, telt nothing but the wind. And Nancy, seeing that the ball of twine was yet at last, just as Maria oried out to now but the little middle bank on which it was rolled, he came butt against the barn and found the door, when he opened it. He called and heard old Baidy's mate. no answer, save the whimper of Blacky, not reply to him told him the truth. That And that Baldy did truth was corroborated when he found the lantern hanging on a nail by the door.
It was dark
Between the farm house, banked up on the cold north and east sides with earth and manure, and the grove lav the tarm
"It's hard on Bill," she told herself. buildings: a big gaunt barn and the low the outside world. She loved to hear him She understood how he hungered for stables where the cattle housed with the sing, even when he sang the poor fat clear, and sunny. The snow was a dry It had been a splendid week, calm, horses. The winter of the northern plains is too hard for any but the tougher dead brother and her father from the many did among the neighbouring farms. Bongs of the woods brought home by her powder children could play in it, and cattle who can paw and rustle for a living and get down to the scanty winter camps. There was one in which the men The white of it was glittering, and the herbage. Beyond the feeding of the to miss their pic," and somehow that was came a peculiar darkening of the air, a hurried back to dinner, "for they feared air the very wine of life. But now there horses and cattle there is little to do in very pathetic to her. Though she could faint hate that seemed the visible robe of the winter: the ground is hard as iron.not have explained the reason, it almost frost, of the bitterer frost that lives in No one can even dig a grave. If wolves made her cry; she felt sorry for those big the northern barren lands beyond the come, and they sometimes will, they may starve beside the frozen carcase of a think like "nie" and hurried for it. They rigid the arctic seas.
men in the cold woods who loved a little muskega of Canada and chills and makes What work is done, is done away in the woods, in the forests of Michigan and
were men, and all men, though a shelter little of its gold: it looked colder, &
The sun lont Wisconsin, where most of the able bodied when there was danger, were such separateness came over it: it shone more men go when the snow flies. But Seth children. Once her mother told her so, alooffy: was less a creature of the arch- Ward went lumbering no more.
and henceforward she looked on He had been badly hurt in a jam when driving stroked his hair, But of course she could were faint flaws of air across the snow, hering beavens, less a part of human life, father with different eyes, and sometimes The blue faded, and was greyer. There in the Monominee River, and would never not do that with Bill. He was not such Men got a little uneasy: they became use the axe again.
not wish him to be, as her mother did. a grown up child yet. Somehow she did serious. To be a man was a hard thing and it meant being a sad wise child, and sho fence and blow a mouth organ while she preferred to see Bill sit gawkily, on the
I'll go," said Nancy. toiled at the wood pile. She would have
But Seth cured her foolishness and worked for a lazy poet in another life.
Bill sulked through the day, and never stared at her mother, sang or piped. He thought of going to Seth. And Naney knew where it was. Har "Where's the ball o' twine?" asked And so the winter had come again, and Smith's whether or no. the prairie that had been a dusty plain not slip out soon after dark and hitch father put on his coat and heavy long
Why should he grew white, and frost locked up the old Baldy to the sleigh His mind was boots, and with the twine tied up his wrist fertile land. The long siege of the great in the stir and motion of the dance, of went out into the blizzard while his wife northern prairie was winter sat down before the little huts that Till now he had not set his fancy on any
at band. The the company who praised his playing, let the ball unroll upon the earthen floor,
running it through her hands. men had built for themselves against his girl. His passion was for music as he coming, and each hut was for a long understood it, and the greatest musician while isulated, and the neighbour that he had ever heard was Canadian Pete, a one could spy afar off in summer was French Canadian, who played, as Bill now banked up in snow and no longer a thought, most divinely on the fiddle. If snow read fall and the sun shone and Instead of that, life was made up of neighbour. Yet after awhile when the he, too, could only play on a fiddle! there was no wird, they broke roads in looking after horses and tours and cows, the stow and sleighed to each other's and of chopping wood. They even re- Farns and were very merry, feeling that fused to let him go to the woods, the they were visitors For then the air was great romantic woods where men laboured like wine and even Nancy looked almost not for dollars and pie, but for the great pretty.
labour's sake and the big world's needs. He spent the afternoon that grew greyer still in cutting wood and sometimes a tear alurost froze upon his cheek. Why wasn't a man free? He called himself a man defiantly for he was very strong and "Air you allers goin' to be a boy?"
to him his strength seemed manhood. asked his mother. He smiled and never answered as he played on a rickety mouth
It grew dark soon after four, but he For ber there was always a blizzard in worked in the stables with a lantern, organ. Sometimes he made real music the north ready to slay those she loved, giving the horses and cows their hay and out of it.
He shut the barn door : turned and faced In the first year of their life in the North watering them. The water came from the wind, and rolling up the twine in his Many years ago before he had been one had eanght Beth Ward and nearly the frozen creek, deep in ice, and every
frozen Angers, caine back at last to the subdued to the barren soil and to the killed him He had burrowed deep into day he had to break more than once the house sunless aspect of the great forests, a drift and stayed there for two days thick ice that formed in the hole he had said Seth, gasping. He stumbled as ho Seth Ward himself had been such while his horse perished outside his owt made for water. At six he went in to
"He's taken the sleigh, and old Baldy,' a. boy. Even now when he was crippled stable, Those two days Maria had spent supper, and eat it in silence. Neither his Nancy wailed; "Bill, Bill," but his mother
F wreck he kept,
entered the door and his wife caught hin. wonderful in agony that bit deep. Now the sound mother or his father saw aught amiss strong cheerfulness, and his wife look of the north wind, wailing across the with him, but Naney did. She looked at knew better, that nothing could be done.
said never a word. She knew, and nona. ed very sad he would whistle like a bird, white world, made her tremble. whistle some old tune of their courting hated to see her man or Bill go away
She him nervously. days and nights, and make his wife smile even when the sun shone and the air was self.
Bill's mighty cross," she said to her
She sat down by the fire and trembled. wanly. Yet even he knew that Bill, big like crystal. The North was her enemy.
He was allers a boy, she cried. And I was hard on him!" and strong as ke was, felt too little for And yet it might be her friend.
The old man talked of blizzards and of the one which had caught him. He of the winds and the frozen north, and the She prayed out aloud to God, to the god his age the great responsibility of life. They had had trouble with Bill that told the story over The boy would sit on a fence and dream winter His sense of life was strong he hundredth time and then chewed upon others prayed with her. But outside the again for the god of her own sweet country, and the of the big cities, and ponder upon the found rousic in the very aspect of the the reminiscence. wouds, desiring to wander there, rather world and in the winds. But the musie
bitter norther screamed forlornly. They than work there.
Made me think a whole lot M'ria," sat in dark unspeakable isolation, and He was full of life, that he loved was music to which one he said pensively as he puffed at his pipe, resented the very warmth they huddled as irresponsible as a wood-chuck or as dances. In the dead season of the year, a chipmunk. He could sing and when they sometinies dance there.
We WES all younger, then, and over. By now, now, even now, Bill might. A farmer burrowin' in the snow, knowin' as I knew be dead! he sang he forgot his work.. He will clear out a half empty barn for that you was awaitin' and a fearin' pat beyond the circle of the world in which dancing and al the neighbours come, the fear of Gawd into my heart. I might when "She" came upon him and turned He was three miles north of the farm he was placed, and yet eared not. Youth defying the weather and the chances of ha left you and the kids and the mort the night, which had been yet starry, inte seemed to him inexhaustible. It was death. There was never a frolic within gage heavy on the farm. It's hunky to a blinding chaos, wherein there was no perennial spring. He had never seen ten miles that Bill did not attend. At think I'm hyar, arter all, and none of direction. He heard the fine far wail of death, nor had he ever faced it on the
soine their only music was his micuth plains where it walks in the whiteness of organ, which he played skilfully, like
us out in it, if so be it comes to-night."
It the wind long before it struck him. the snow and in darkness of the bitter some rude Pan, for ever youthful.
Aye, it's a comfort, Seth," said his sounded like the scream of a lost creature. wife.
like the voice of a damned soul, and old winds.
It was also a comfort to Nancy. But Baldy, long acquainted with the prairies, presently Bill lighted the lantern again. hesitated at the sound. But Bill, urgent he did not understand that he was selfish, followed him to the door, and wished to his own pipe, then warm against his heart, But it was good to feel youthful, and No one looked at him but Naney, She for the nong and dance and the sound of that he left his crippled, father to do what speak to him. She clutched at him urged the wise reluctant beast forward. work there was with the stabled horses timidly as he put on a heavy old moth and their few cattle. And then one day, eaten buffalo coat. ona memorable day, his mother forbade wool lined boots always in this weather. He wore his high hin to go.
What's wrong, Nancy ? be asked not "Goin' to Smith's, Bill No you unkindly. ain't you'll stay to look arter things. Your father's porely, cay'at you see it!"
and
"Air you allers to be a boy?" repented his mother. "Git up, Bill, and get me in some wood and min' you split a pile o' kindlin' ton, It's getting mighty cold,"
So Bill put his mouth organ in his pocket, and went out to the wood pile, He brushed aside the snow and "lit" into work with his axe.
Peare to me mother's a mighty 'worryin" sort,” he grumbled, "Cayn't a chap play a tune? I'll be off out of this one of these days, pears to me.”
Her mother feared this weather more than the lime of the flying snow, for it lends men out into the open, which seeme so sweet and fine to them, and at any moment may be a blizzard which sucks the heat out of man or beast and slays them.
Air you allus' goin' to be a buy?" his mother asked again and again
No, he could not see it.
Why, mother they're ree-lyin' on nie for the mousic. Ole Smith's bo't a con certima special, and I'm to try it.
"He's away to Smith's and he'll never get there," said his father..
But the air grew bitter with frost, and had never known grew up in him. struck through him, and a fear which he For the first time in his life he recognised the deep nature of loneliness, and the neces sity of warmth and brotherhood and the "I'm a'thinkin,' Bill” "Don't you strain your thinker none,"
sounds of a live fire. This was a warning said Bill. He went out into the chill night of death his nature, beneath his con and the visible breath of frost, and Nancy sciousness, understood it, and his chilled went back to the fire sighing. And pre-But still he whipped up Baldy
blood stayed in his heart for a moment sently the wind sighed strangely.
"She's a comin', sure pop," said Seth.
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All things seemed hard to him. He never saw how hard they were to her She never said ́a word about the southern
Well you cay'nt try it, Bill. You're
And then the wind sorcamed again, and country from which she came, that was a selfish critter, and me and your sister He hooked his shoulders forward cou-sound which destroyed itself, by dertr、 y- was nearer. In one moment he heard a "God's country to her. It was all mighty Nancy hey to do your work. I'll not hev fortably and stretched his hands to the well to aver that the United States, mude
ing all separateness and overwhelming the one great country, but she and a thousand yos monkevin' around like this. You'll five. And the next moment "She" came, silence of the plains, and he was in the exiles knew bettor. What relation, save stay to huna. Air you allers goin' to be with a sound like a breaking wave. Hard grip of the white blizzard, and way blind. that of difference, deep and pathetic, was
a boy!"
particles of snow hurled themselves at the ed. The sharp edged powder of the level there between the wood and water of the did not answer his mother but went away to and drew the curtains.
He caught Nancy's imploring eye and window. Maria pose and put the shuttere storm took him in the face, and his Blue Grass Country and its types and to the stable and almost cried.
hardened akin amarted as though, it had Bill's in the table, Maw,” said Nancy, these prairies of the North ? Sweet was
dha' takon Nancy," he goid. "won't you leave the light for him to with his head down and then turned, been scalded. The horse-stayed instantly their breath when the spring came, but would do the girl good. I'll quit this it was only sweet to those horn there, and go South, go on my own.'
supost overturning the sleigli,” And the Surely, M'ria," said Seth. born and bred and subdued to them. He could not see what Naney saw. He then about Bunk Goodman who had been boy knew not where he was, and had no Only such could see its charm and feel a had no vision of their loneliness, of their frozen in a blizzard between his own house sense of direction, save that he knew that the wind was out of the north, and that thrill in fighting it when the snow flew.failure which their father carried off so They could feel that the wind of winter cheerfully, nor of his mother's grey grief between the house and the barn.Taint safety, if there was any safety, lay home- ward toward the south. And thither bia was beaten when they sat in the shelter if he really did leave them. He was
no use takin' chances with blizzards,"
pride forbade him to go. He endeavoured. of their little grove, but she recalled the
All he said Seth. forests and the bills, the sweet blue hills understood was that the neighbours, when
boy and didn't understand..
Now the wind was on them it wailed blindly, to turn Baldy back to the north, with a lifted hand to hide her eres from they made holiday, were glad to see him, dreadfully in the chimney and round the but now the patient animal of the plough, the searching san in summer, she saw glad to hear him pine his primitive house which was banked up to the eaves who understood deeply the nature of leath nothing but a dreadful fatness alien from music, glad to hear him sing. There was with manure to keep the cold of winter and wind and frost refused to answer to something of the artist in him, and he ont. If it had been day it would have the lines" and stood unmoved. Bill her soul,
been almost as dark as midnight, for the
(Continued on Page 8.) loved applause.
far off, and here looking from the door,
·He told
and the stable. Bill must rig up a rope.