The true northerner., 1897-07-21
The OLD SILVER TRAIL.
BY MARY {. STICXNEY.
copyright 1896. by J. 3. Llppincott Col
CHAPTER VI.-CoNTINUED.

OhAI l. LII Nl.-tONllN OED'
1t had been three days since her adj
venture in the storm, and, indisposed
10 ride by reason of the lingering lame
ness of her wrist, she had kept rather
closely to her room, until now seeing
nothing of Harvey Neil. She caught
her breath sharply, the hot flush deep
ening upon her cheeks as she saw him
sweeping the hotel with q keen glance.
guessing that his thought might be OF
her, and devoutly thankful for the
screen of lace which afforded her safe
covert to watch him undetected. lie
had exchanged his miners clothes for
q well-ftting suit of gray with russet
leggings to his knees, wearing a soft
gray hat by no means so disreputable
IN appearance as the one that had
framed his head the other day. He
had been good-looking then, but he
was handsome now as he stood talking
with the doctor, his attitude instinct
with the unconscious grace Of splendid
ly developed strength, as he slightly
leaned against his horse. with one hand
caressing its neck. Something was evil
IDENTIFY amiss with one of the animals
hind legs, at which the doctor was look
ing, the two men standing for several
moments in earnest discussion of the
trouble, after which they disappeared
within the shop together.
Dorothy could hardly have told the
meaning of her sigh as after little
she saw him come out and ride away,
back over the road he had come. She
had so far recovered from her rancor
that he no longer appeared 70 her the
Npprincipled & adventurer her unbridled
lfshation had first assumed that her
Hatner's enemy necessarily must be.
Her father had said that the young
man might well be honestly mistaken,
even averring that in Neifs place his
attitude might have been the same.
She was glad to accept this justification
for him. It reinstated her worlds fair
hero in her respect, although she could
not feel that it narrowed the gulf which
circumstances had brought between
them. To assume that he was the vic
tim of error was TO say that he held
honestly to the belief that her father
was no better than u common thief.
To call it misunderstanding could not
alter the fact of his actual attitude;
and so long as this was so, Dorothy
felt that any friendship between them
must be out of the question. For her
fathers daughter, from his standpoint
Of belief, he could hardly have even
common respect to give; while, as her
fathers daughter, it seemed clear to
ha, ho Ch -,
this Harvey Neil without in way being
a traitor to her fathers cause. But,
while this conclusion appeared 10 her
simply inevitable, she knew in her
heart that she was sorry for it, knew
that in spite of herself she must ac-
knowledge a sort of willful liking for
him which cold reason had not power
to argue down.
She was reused from her revery by
a scraping of chairs on the wooden side.
walk outside the window, and, remind
ed of \the walk she had been going to
take, Mas starting upstairs to fetch her
hat, when she was diverted from the
purpose again by the remark of an un-
seen speaker, who had just established
himself there in the shade.
Pears like that horse of Neil's is
kinder goin' back on him." he drawl-
ingly observed, punctuating the re-
mark by n sibilant eXpectoration of
tobacco juice far out into the street.
"He does have such luck, that feller.
Seems like everything is jest natchelly
fcreordained to go back on him the min
ute he gifts aholt of it,
SANDY, though, never loses his grip"
anothaF voice lazily supplemented, ac-
ceptiA the first statement as beyond
argument. speaking of that, how's
that case of his with the colonel COMM
ont, d'you think?"
"Well, amt bettin' on that at this
stage of the game" was the response,
in tone expressive of the speakers
confidence that he was cannily up to
snuff; "but if 1 was, my money would
go down on the colonel, sure. He's
bird, that old duffer. II you have any
dealin's with him you want TO git up
pretty early in the mornin' n hang on
TO theendof the rope that's got the Knot
IN it, or it will be slippin' through your
fingers with n 'now-you-see-it-'n'-n
you-dontl' Why, they talk about Jay
Gcyl comm out here TO Coloradcr N
iufi1pin' hull railroad. tell you Jay
want in IL side of Col. Randolph Mere
dith when he gifts his jumpin' pants on.
He'd Jump church if he took n notion;
n then he'd go to law n beat the
preacher n the hull congregation.