The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1905-12-20

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rife speculation as to his destination
among the group that watched him
from the DaXes' front door. Mrs.
OAK who entertained so profound IA
respect for her own omniscience that
she dlsdained to arrive ut a conclu-
sion by logical process of deduction.
was plumb certain that he had gone
after 'rustlers" Leander, who had
held no opinions since his marriage
except that first and all comprehen
sive tenet of his creed-that his wife
was person to he loved, honored and
obeyed instantly-agreed with his lady
by process of reflex action. The fat
lady, who had a commonplace for ev.
cry occasion, didn't "know what we
were all coming to-" Miss Carmichael
who was beginning to find her ca
pacity for amazement roverstrained
alone accepted this last incident with
apathy. Mr.. Hamilton might have
gone in swift pursuit of cattle thieves
or he might be riding the mare to
death for pure whlmsy. Only Judith
Rodney, who said nothing, felt that he
was squirting across the wilderness at
breakneck speed to see a girl at Wet
more's. But her lack of comment
caused no ripple Of surprise In the flow
of loose Tipped speculation that served
for the time being to inject a casual
interest into the talk of these folk,
bored to the verge of decentralization
by long waiting for Chugg
Judith preferred to confirm her APP
prehensions regarding Hamilton's ride
alone. She knew-had not all her wo-
mans intuitlons risen in clamorous
warning?-yet she hoped. hoped de.
spairingly, even though the dread alter
native to the girl at the Wetmore ranch
threatened lynch law for her brother.
Her very gait changed as she withdrew
from the group about the door, coyertly
gaining her vantage ground inch by
inch. The heels OF her riding boots
made no sound as she stole across the
Kitchen floor. toelng IN like an Indian
tracking an enemy through the forest.
The small window at the back of the
kitchen commanded view OF the road
in all its sprawling clrcumlocutlon
Seen from this prospect 1t had no more
design than the idle scrawllngs of Il
of roads to good and evil was not
fraught with more momentous conse-
quences than was each prong Of that
fork toward which Hamilton was gal
looping
The right arm swung toward the
Wetmore ranch, where at certain times
during the course of the year hun
dred COW punchers reported on the
stock that grazed In four states. AT
certain seasons. likewise. despite the
fact that the ranch was well into the
foothll country, there might be found
New York family playing at life
primeya with the cooperation OF por-
celaln bathtubs, French chef and
electric light
The left fork of the road had mean
er destiny. 1t dipped straight into des-
olation, penetrating naked wilder
ness where bad men skulked TIL the evil
they had done was forgotten in deeds
that called afresh to heaven for venge-
ance.
Judith watched Hamilton with mar
rowing eyes. And now she was all
Indian, the white woman In her dead
Only the Sioux watched, and, in the
patient, Indian style. bided Its time.
Cattle thieves" "the girl at Wet
inore's"--the words sang themselves In
her head like an incarnation. Cattle
thieves" meant her brother, their rec
ognlzed leader-her brother, who was
dearer 10 her than the heart In her
breast, the eye In her head, the right
hand that held together the stumbling,
uncertain destiny of her people. Would
he turn to the left, justice. on II pale
horse, hunting her brother gallows-
warl? Would he turn toward the
right the lnpetuous lover squirting his
steed that he might come swiftly to
the woman A pulse in her bosom
rose SLOWLY until her breath was sus-
pended, then fell again. She was still
watching, without an outward culver,
long after he had turned to the right
and the woman.
CHAPTER VI.