Daily camera., 1901-05-29
With tho Pine Needles.

o1 cduule burning OTAWtOTu.
Copyright. 1901. by Daily Story Pub. co.l
Isn't this air flneg" she cried sa-
Enthusiastically. lifting her face to the
fresh wind OF the woods.
you bet 1t Isl" he answered. grim
ly pulling up his coat collar and push
ing his head down Into 1t another inch.
Il love this breezy country, aon't
you? 1t reminds me Of Chicago" she
continued. you never have cold
weather out here ON the Pacific slope.
do you? Climate mild. but wet" she
added joyously snifiing the aromatic
breath OF the woods. Here the sharp
edges OF the Chicago winds are all
smoothed and rounded OF 30 that they
never cut nor hurt"
What this athletic young woman en-
joyed In this endless tramping about
In February weather over muaAE
roads. mile after mile. exclaiming over
the shifting clouds and the changing
colors Of the pine woods, Larry O'Nell
could not comprehend. But her whim
was his law, and 80 she walked and
he followed. Bred on big ranch, Ahd
accustomed to do his WALKING behind
plow, that kind ei exercise presented
to him enls the characteristics OF hard
labor. aad he was thinking regretfully
OF the warm and cosey little room they
had left at her imperious command,
Now i've miles fraIa some they were
sit;ias down 10 rest on q primeval
boulder. where the pine woods sloped
down to a rutty road. Pine eeAe1 lay
thick upon the ground. Abeve tAem
swelled sgandly the music u the tree
tops
health and Joy Of sleepins In the
woods In , bed OF pine cones" said
Miss Harwood. picking up cone and
prtcking her finger on the sharp tines J
Il shouldn't think. these roagh ..Irseki
ly ,hinss SopIa mas. . yeryiconfoft.
sole he'd. e :"
Wasn't 1t pine needles. instead 81
burrs!" asked her eampanioa an the
boulder moving mere into the shelter
sf a tree trunk.
Perhaps Il was" and the teacher Of
physical culture In the little college
laughed blithely. jumping up and run
ming up the hill to another big boulder
Of Washington granite. 20. come cp
here" she calles. -iiE.a caa herr the
yisd better. They have the organ
stops all out now"
The big l{tsh lAa, hts long lashed
gar eyes reveling in the Gibson pic
ture. docilely obeyed. though he felt
sure that he wss leaving y warmer
stepe Ter sas that was colder.
Lets oil your pockets With these
consa."
What for!" he demanded in amaze
ment.
Why, to burn They make \ lovely
c2sa 1re... Replied Miss Harwood-
III bring you a wagon-load tomor-
row. II you want them" he answered.
Meantime lets build nre here now.
This stone was Just getting warm and
comfortable but" and he began to
gather the scattered dry branches. In
q few moments Miss Harwood was
down on the damp ground. In spite Of
protests In Z rich Irish voice. before =
big roaring mass Of glowing branches,
cones and decayed logs. HIgtc7 me
wood famed nmnns TINS dark f,ss.. tip
Plug with -s=seeseSht hre the green
btasches aof The trees and licking up
the dry needles "a ths sreund. whae
the aifss moaned on through the tall
tree tops.
"(snH this jolly fire? You're very
good to me, Mr.. O'Neil."
II was small reward tor the months
Of devotion which he had lavished
upon her ever since she had come to
the Evergreen state. but 1t made his
Irish heart warm for the darlin'. Iss
loved 10 be good to her.
When the brief snow fell. before the
Chinook wind had melted 1t like
magic. he weald leayel the chores at
the ranch tdT yake her sleigh-riding
Though the silent woods where the
warm wind famed their faces and the
green b0ughs bent low under Q bur-
den Of moist snow. Not sound but