Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1904-06-17

| been sc kind to them-So KIND! Dlu
be not isk his life for her father!
| Yet even then he must have known
about the mare and by whom the deed
was done. Did he not tell her himself
that the man who had committed
such dastardly deed should suffer
the full penalty of the law? And the
law had terrible significance to her.
Lode came slouching up the path,
tan, gaunt, angular, in the full glory
of the sunlight. He removed his rusty
hat as he stood before her, his hands
behind his back.
BE yer feyther gettin on tolrable,
D1ores? l KEN up hyar from the
tav'n ter hear. We lowed he orter
be improvin an ives waitin' ter
know"
who are waiting to know" she
asked, sharply. The tone was new to
her, and the man was disconnected by
it. A vague fear had entered her
mind in spite of Mrs. Aliens assurance
| that they would not come for her
father until he was able to go to
prove
"Why. jes' we uns," Lode replied
clumsily. "He were a good I'm 'mong
us, was yer feyther, Dlores, an ives
Jest waitin' ter know Ell he is i'm
provin'.'
THANK you, Jim Lode. You can
tell those who wish to know that my
father will get we'll"
fash came into Lodie's eye, a
deem red rushed to his sunburned face.
81 be powerful glad ter hev ye say
thet, Dlores,' he said, gravely. "An'
Their rest of emil be glad of ct, too"
She watched him shuttle down the
path and along the road to the tavern.
Presently two light hands were laid
on her shoulders, and soft, low voice
exclaimed:
Dolores, Dolores, am Dora. Look
up and tell me you are as glad to see
me as 1 am to have found you. am
so glad, Dolores"
Dolores fingers closed tightly as
she looked up at the girl before her
the cousin who had come to claim her,
the only one in all the world who
had ever loved her since Betsy Glenn
died. She was small little lady, and
neatly dressed from the wide-brimmed
white hat with its dropping gray
plume, to the blue ribbon around her
throat, and the soft gray costume and
delicate gloves. Her eyes were wide
and gray, dark with excitement, soft
with touch of tears; her mouth was
gentle and sweet, but the lips were
colorless; her small oval face was
white as death, save for faint trace
of feverish color upon either cheek.
Dolores knew nothing of the nature
of Dora's disease, and to her the girl
was a picture-something to look at
and love and admire, but too fair to
touch. Her eyes grew luminous as
she looked at her. The brown eyes
and the gray met. Dolores lips part
ed in one of her rare smiles that
transformed her face for the moment;
her eyes were like wells of light,
beautiful, unfathomable.
Young Green was standing behind
Dora. During the time he had known
Dolores never had she looked like
that; it was a revelation to him OF
what she was capable. She did not
sce him: she saw nothing but Dora,
and it was uncommon for women to
show such marvellous depth Of soul to
another woman. Dora saw no one but
her cousin. They did not kiss each
other; they offered no endearment
common to women, but Dora sat down
on the doorstep beside Dolores.
| aI aro en- hannyt" she said
Dolores said nothing. Her eyes
talked for her.
Young Green, with feeling that he
had no right to be there, passed I'M
noticed around to the rear of the
house and entered through the low
door of the pantry.
DR.. Dunwiddie greeted him with a
smile, but he did not speak, as he was
busy with the bandages on Johnson's
arm. On preparing one of the band
ages he stepped aside, and at that
moment Johnson slowly opened his
eyes upon young Green's face. He was
conscious, and his eyes had the old
look in them excepting that it was
intensified by their hollowness. His
face grew CHASTITY in its pallor, then
livid with fury; the close set eyes
under the narrow forehead were wild
and bloodshot; instinctiyely the fin
gers of his right hand were fesbly
clenched as he endeavored to lift him.
self from among the pillows, unmind-
full of the pain. as he cried in hoarse
whisper, between painting breaths:
"Ye hyar? Fool with yer-larnin'
an yer books. l sweared I'd get even
with ye-fer te-ef ever-ye-kem