The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1904-04-15
cHAprER Vl.-cen,Lnned.

NFfNF AH Nls-koOtiNued.
Instlnctlyely she glanced down
toward The shop. The doors we're
open. but no one was there. The hens
PeolSing around the doors were tho
only visible signs Of life 10 her anx.
lous eyes. Unconsciously she began
hulllng the Strawberries with mo.
shanloal but steady fingers.
''Tlmea Is dull 'nough. pears IN
me-" the woman proceeded. FIRST
KEN there want o. rain with Their gyar.
din adryin up spite o. the care we
Civ ct. then rs though thet warnt
nough. hyar kems Their acc'd'nt ter
thor mare o. Their jedge's son, an any
o us likely to be ketched ef 'twarnt
thot s'piclon rests In one direction
special
Il was coming Dolores waited with
hated breath a heavy sense of guilt
fell up0n her, she could not meet tho
gu1e Of the eyes bent upon her, and
she went on hulling the berries
waiting in silence for what she knew
must come.
AN thom as knows says thyar's
great foelin' over In Their town yam.
der bout Their mare" the woman's
voice struck in on the girls thoughts,
an says ct pears she were worth
= deaf @ money, an now nohody'd gev
a copper for her, an they's workiu'
steddy to In out who done Their decd,
an gettin' every one theys kon ter
provo thar s'piclons erect o certain
poBon."
Dolores was waiting. II was com
ing now, she felt certain. She crush
ID some Of the berries in her hand
IN a sudden frenzy.
"'rheys holdln' court Almost every
day. an workin' as though 'twere
some great thing thet a critters
gone lame But theys won't do moth
W. with Their s'plcloned foller tell
thar's mo- ground, az theys calls ct
though young Green do feel pretty
sartin who Is Their guilty one. But
theya got considerable proof. an
there's tor be n great time ter.morrer
an they wants yer feyther tor go tel
prov thar s'plcions erect"
II was out at last Dolores seemed
turned 10 stone: sho neither moved
nor spoke; she dared not lift her eye
from tho rod berries with which he
fingers were dyed. Her head was whirl
ing; there was n din I'm her ears n
though legion OF spirits repeate'
and shouted in wild horror;
'"Theys wants yer feyther ter go te
pruve-thoys wantn yer feyther TO
Eo-thoy wants yer feyther-yer fey
thor"
Hor eyes were like those OF a hunt
ed animal, half hidden beneath thei
long lashes; her mind was tliled wit
a great longing to go--to get ava
from the tiny room out on the mOur
tain under tho quiet heavens wher
the winds we're free from the watcl
Ing eyeA
The woman at the other side q
the table arose with an injured all
she had received scarcely a word q
thanks for her berries, scarcely eve
show OF interest IN her story.
"Thyars them as takes an int'res
N thyar Teller critters. an'thyars theI
as don't" she said. tartly; al
thyars them as has thyar s'plcion
things"
Dolores watched the woman's tai
gaunt figure go down the worn patti
her purple print dress brushing IN
scant grass with an indignant sweel
tho cape OF her sunbonnet limp an
Mapping over her shoulders. Whe
she disappeared from view benin
the shruboory Of the roadside Dolore
pat away the dish OF berries and pl
on her gray sunbonnot TO 90 out
II was early afternoon. The rock
road, like a yellow thread. wound