to live. I know I hain't good fer nothin' much "-he spoke almost
huskily; he could scarcely get the words to his lips-" but I want ye
to go with me. Won't ye?"
The girl did not answer, but her sobbing ceased slowly, while
Rome stroked her hair; and at last she lifted her face, and for a
moment looked to the other shore. Then she rose. There is a
strange pride in the Kentucky mountaineer.
"As you say, Rome, thar's nobody left but you, 'n' nobody but me;
but they burned you out, we hain't even-yit." Her eyes were on
Thunderstruck Knob, where the last sunlight used to touch the
"Hyeh, Rome!" He knew what she meant, and he kneeled at the
pile of kindling-wood near the kitchen door. Then they stood back
and waited. The sun dipped below a gap in the mountains, the sky
darkened, and the flames rose to the shingled porch, and leaped
into the gathering dusk. On the outer edge of the quivering light,
where it touched the blossomed laurel, the two stood till the blaze
caught the eaves of the cabin; and then they turned their faces
where, burning to ashes in the west, was another fire, whose light
blended in the eyes of each with a light older and more lasting than
its own-the light eternal.
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