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MOTION PICTURE CLASSIC
‘ THAT BESOTTED SCOUNDREL SOLD HER TO ANOTHER OF HIS BREED”
till folks’ tongues, nor education, nor valley ways, but till death parts you — remember that !”
‘‘I will remember,” Jerry promised simply. ‘‘I love April and nothing else matters — nothing!”
The old doctor watched him lead the girl across the clearing and into the misty grove beyond, saw the protection of the strong arm about her slender shoulders and heard the tender murmur of his voice as he comforted her. Yet there was a shade on his face as he turned heavily back to his waiting horse.
‘‘Mountain and valley,” he muttered. “Hit's agin’ nature. They’s trouble ahead for them, I’m afeared.”
But for a glorious springtime month, it seemed the doctor’s forebodings were uncalled for. April and her valley husband spent their honeymoon in
the tent in “the holler,” where the echo of the world’s acrid comments on the young artist’s foolish marriage could not be heard ; he sketching long, sunny hours at his easel, while April posed for him in the torn grace of her calico gown, and colored gloriously whenever his ardent eyes met hers.
Then, abruptly, into the harmony of their retreat came the De Voes, from the city, like a discord in a pastoral. They were old friends of Jerry’s, traveling for Mrs. De Voe’s health, and it was quite natural they should call on the young couple. The Judge was big and kind and hearty of voice, and his wife was sweet and gentle and tactful ; but, as soon as she could find opportunity, April stole away into the kindly shelter of the woods, where she could still the tumult of her heart unseen. So these were Jerry’s people,
these well-dressed, cultivated folks, with their smooth hands and their speech that made her own sound crude and uncouth. April's heart swelled. How ashamed of her Jerry must be before his fine friends ; how ashamed of her he would be when he took her down from the mountains into his city world ! Doctor Jenkins had warned her, but she had not known what he meant — then. Now she knew.
“ ’Pears like hit'll be moughty hard for him,” she thought desolately. “ ’Pears like I cant bear hit to make
him ashamed ”
Thru the ruin of her world she heard her husband’s voice calling her excitedly, as tho from a great distance, but she did not answer. As swiftly as her heavy limbs could take ber, she moved out of the grove into ( Continued on page 64)
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