Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-12-31
THE WAIF o.
FOLEY'S HEART.

INN signing boughs of
VN cypress forest
uSlA there came drift
~ W. ing the hum as of
~a6IS& a million bees set
AWzEANs~ in rhythmic tone
l&Sk:YEAEN@ 8\and tune. 1t was
W-aCSEYSA& the great saw at
NM ss F@E| Foley's mill flash
MNN M&&N ing it's merciless
@MSA TAN' of steel
N4P5FH9E48nNs through the green,
ZME IN41A. sweet heart of the
EIHIGIN"T cypress logs. Foley
nv q himself sat on q
low bench, his swart throat bare, his
head leaned against Il tree, watching
through Il narrow rift in his lids the
swift, mechanical movements of the
men at the saw and the shingle pile.
The girl who came up noiselessly be-
hind him thrust her small fingers over
his forehead and opened the lids of his
eyes.
"Wake UP, Dave, and take me out in
the boat for a ride in the shade. The
house is hotter than Il furnace"
"How did you get here?" said Foley,
i%ndolently.
II walked across the logs"
II wish you wouldn't do that. Lize,''
said Foley. with Il frown. "Some day
you'll get IN a loose one and so under
and the logs will hold you fast"
"Im sure-footcd as Il kildie." laughed
Lie, thrusting out a c%oquettisll, slip
percd foot. ''Come on. Dave"
ooh. it's too warm for such exercise.
Ask Langham to go with YOU. Wonder
lie comes" Foley looked up in time to
see the curious sidewise glance from
the girls eye.
what did you look Mt me like that
for, LiZe?" lie said, suddenly.
Like whaty' she said. Without
waiting for an answer she tripped to
meet Langham.
"Dave is lazy and contrary" she said.
routing her pretty lips. HE says won't
you take me down the river for IL boat
ride!"
1IliISlltlll llllGu Ills llNtI W lleEs l1lS
dark eyes glanced from Foley to the
girl with a cynical light that melted in.
to something tender as it rested upon
Lies primrose face.
with pleasure. Mrs. Foley. Good
afternoon to you both. Foley, did you
ever feel such Il heat in the ~forest?"
Not Often" said Foley. shifting his
cfy,o IN, hot 0xya, 1,{c MO 10 cG,,% ont <1,r
glare. "There'll be a storm, a regular
scorcher in a day or two"
no sign Of it now," said Lie.
glancing at the yellow sky. Her eyes,
in shadow. We're n golden brown. When
the light flashed into them they were
like pools of deep-sea water.
"Where is the boat?" queried Lang
ham.
Foley nodded sleepily toward the
l%anding-a platform of cypress logs.
"Down there" he said. "Lize will
show you" Through motienless lids
he watched them as they rowed away.
Ills wife blew him n kiss from the tips
of her dainty fingers. Far down the
blue lake her white dress cleaned like
n darting heron under the arched and
weeping boughs.
The sun had dropped behind the
bluffs of the Mississippi ere the mill
Shut down for the night, and the men
crossed the floating bridge to the other
side, where the frail box houses con
stituted the "camp." Two "hands,"
lingering to light their pipes, were
.ossiping noiSily.
"l'oley's gone, 1 guess. Didn't wait
for Lize."
'l'oley's a fool. Kctch me sendin'
my wife out for boat rides with a fell
low like that Langham. City folks
don't often hunt out solitary places like
this less there's n hotter climate be-
hind 'eln. Did you see him, how he
looked at hery"
soft on her, hey"
NO softer'n she is on him." said the
other, struggling his shoulders. They
passed on. oblivious Of Foley's white
face staring at them from the engine
Don
Had Lie been wise or Observant she
would have caught the ominous calm in
FOley's voice as he laid his hand on her
shoulder that night.
See here, Lie, I've been thinking it
don't look exactly right, your going SO
often with that fellow"
'Indeed" said LIE, her lips curling.
Gentleman is a better word than fell
low, Mr.. Foley"
II don't know" said Foley slowly.
"Gentlemen don't fall in love with other
mems wives"
"Who said he was in love with me?'
Her face grew suddenly white. Foley's
land frightened its grasp.
you'd better be careful. Lie. III