The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-11-16
THE BLAZED TRAIL.
By STEWART EDWARD WHITE
(Aothor of the Westerness).
Copyright, 1902, by Stewart Edward White.
(Author of the Westerners).

countenance brought Thorpe to him
self.
But I never received the letter. I'm
SO sorry" said he. "It must be at the
mill. You see. I've been up in the
woods for nearly a month
Then We'll have TO forgive you"
But l should think they would
nave done something for you at the
mill"
IN, "oh' we didn't come by way of your
mill. We drove from Marquette
Il see," cried Thorpe, enlightened.
But I'm sorry I didn't know. I'm
sorry you didn't let me know. I sup
pose you thought I was at the mill.
How did you get along? Is Wallace
with your"
No" she replied. dropping her
hands and Strengthening her erect fig
ure It's horrid. lie was coming,
and then some business came up and
he couldn't get away. We are having
the loveliest time though. 1 do adore
the woods. Come" she cried impatient
~, sweeping aside to leave a way
clear, you shall meet my friends"
Thorpe imagined she referred to the
rest of the tenting party. He hesitated.
L am hardly in fit condition" he
objected.
She laughed, parting her red lips.
You are exceedingly picturesque Just
as you are" she said with rather en-
barrassing directness. IT wouldn't
have you any different for the world
But my friends don't mind. They are
used to it," She laughed again.
Thorpe crossed the pole trail, and
for the first time found himself by her
side. The warm summer odors were
in the air, a dozen lively little birds
sang in the brush along the rail, the
sunlight danced and fiickered through
the openings.
Then suddenly they were among the
pines, and the air was cool, the vasa
dim. and the bird songs inconceivably
far away.
The girl walked directly to the foot
OF pine three feet through, and soar
ing up an inconceivable distance
through the still twilight.
This is Jimmy" said she gravely.
He is dear good old rough bear when
you don't know him, but he likes me.
IL you put your ear close against him.,
she conf1ded, suiting the action to the
word, you can hear him talking to
himself. This little fellow is Tommy
don't care so much for Tommy because
he's sticky. Still, l like him pretty well,
and here's Dick, and that's Bob, and
the one just beyond is Jack"
Where is Harry?" asked Thorpe
i thought one in a woods was quite
sufhcient," she replied with the least
little air of impertinence.
why do you name them such COM
mon, everyday names?' he inquired.
III tell you. It's because they are
so big and grand themselves, that it
did not seem to me they needed high
sounding names. What do you think %
she begged with an appearance of the
utmost anxiety.
Thorpe expressed himself as in agree
ment. AS the half-quizzical conversa-
ton progressed, however, he said lit
tie. and that lamely, for he desired
to say too much.
And so the last spoken exchange be-
/ tween them meant nothing; but if each
could have read the unsaid words thai
quivered on the others heart, Thorpe
would have returned to the Fightins
Forty more TRANQUILITY, while she would
probably not have returned to the
camping party at all for a number Of
hours.
Il do not think you had better come
with me-" she said. Make your cal
and be forgiven on your own account.
All right. I'll come this afternoon,
Thorpe had replied.
Il love her, 1 must have her mus
goat once his soul had cried
quick now-before / kiss herr
How strong he u.s." she said to her.
self. how brave-looking; how honest
He is different from the other men. III,
is magnificent"