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Updated: June 24, 2025
"He'll get well up there find his balance sooner among those desert wheat-hills. We will divide our time between the two places. Remember, you can run up there any day. Your interests are there now. Dad, don't think of it as separation. Kurt has come into our family and we're just going to be away some of the time." Thus she won back a smile to the worn face.
Always heretofore, on nights that he lay sleepless, Dorn had thought of the two things dearest on earth to him Lenore Anderson and the golden wheat-hills of his home. This night he called up Lenore's image. It hung there in the blackness, a dim, pale phantom of her sweet face, her beautiful eyes, her sad lips, and then it vanished. Not at all could he call up a vision of his beloved wheat-fields.
How terrible for him to live it all over! But when he gets well when he has his wheat-hills and me to fill his mind those spells will fade." "Maybe maybe. I hope so. Lord knows it's all beyond me. But you're goin' to have your way."
Feeling like mine then only comes once to a man in his life. First I seemed to see all the vast space, the farms, valleys, woods, deserts, rivers, and mountains between me and my golden wheat-hills. Then I saw my home, and it was as if I had a magnificent photograph before my very eyes. A sudden rush of tears blinded me. Such a storm of sweetness, regret, memory!
The earth was there under his hand, soft, sticky, moldy, smelling vilely. He dug his fingers into it, until the feel of something like a bone made him jerk them out. Perhaps he had felt a stone. A tiny, creeping, chilly shudder went up his back. Then he remembered, he felt, he saw his little attic room, in the old home back among the wheat-hills of the Northwest. Six thousand miles away!
"Lenore Dorn. It is a beautiful name now." "It does sound sweet. But you my wife? Never will I believe!" "You will have to very soon." "Why?" A light, warm and glad and marveling, shone in his eyes. Indeed, Lenore felt then a break in the strange aloofness of him in his impersonal, gentle acceptance of her relation to him. "To-morrow I'm going to take you home to your wheat-hills."
"There will be starving millions after this war. Wheat is the staff of life. You must get well.... Listen!" She hesitated, and sank to her knees beside the bed. "Kurt, the day you're able to sit up I'll marry you. Then I'll take you home to your wheat-hills." For a second Lenore saw him transformed with her spirit, her faith, her love, and it was that for which she had prayed.
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