The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1905-12-20
and make a fine art OF throwing the

speak to him before the pryine eyes
OF Mrs. OAK, and escaped to the house.
Chugg's latest excursion into oblivion
mad resulted In fall from the box.
lie was not badly hurt and recupers-
ton was largely matter Of "sleepine
II on" concluded Peter Hamilton's hui
letin OF the condition of the sta
driver. So the travellers were still ma.
rooned at Dax's and the prospect of
continuing their journey was as vague
as ever
Last ] heard Of you" said Mrs.
OAK to Hamilton, with n sort of stone
age playfulness, you was punching
cows over to the Bitter Root"
That's true, Mrs. Dazzle gave
her his most winning smile-'but I
could not stay away from you long"
Leander grimaced and rubbed his
hands In an ecstasy of delight at find.
ing man who had the temerity ia
handy words with Mrs. OAK.
Hum m-m-ph!' she whlnnied with
equine coquetry. Guess It was rus
tiers brought you back as much ms
me-
judith, who had entered the room I'm
time to hear Mrs. Dax's last remark
greeted him casually. but her eyes ms
they met his, were full of questioning
rear Had he come from the Bitter
Root range to hunt down her brother?
The thought was intolerable Yet
when he had hidden her goodby some
three weeks ago he had told her that
he did not expect to return much be-
fore the fall roundup. She had heard
a day or two before that he was again
In the Wind river country, and her
morning vigil beneath the glare of the
desert sun had been for him.
Mrs. OAK regarded them with the
mercilessness of death watch She
remembered the time when Hamilton's
excuses for his frequent presence at
the postotlice had been more voluble
than logical, but now he no longer
came, and Judith, for all her deliber-
ate flow Of spirits, did not quite con
vince the watcbful eyes of Lenders
lady. The postmistress was trine too
cheerful.
Mrs. OAK" pleaded Peter boyishly.
I'm perishing for cup of coffee, and
I've got to get back to my outfit be
fore dark"
"Oh, go on with you" whlnnied the
gorgon, but she left the room to make
the coffee.
Judith's eyes sought his why don't
you and Leander form coalition for
the overthrow of the enemy" Ills
voice had dropped u tone lower than
In his parley with Mrs. Dax. 1t might
have implied special devotion. or II
might have implied but the passing
tribute TO Il beautiful woman in
country where women were few-th
generic admiration of all men for all
women, ephemerally specialized by
place and circumstance.
But Judith. harasscd at every turn,
hcartsick with anxiety, had antici-
pated In Peters coming, If not solu,
ton of her troubles, AT least some evil
dence of sustaining sympathy and was
In no mood for resuscltatIng the peren.
Mai plensantries anent Leander and
his masterful lady
The shrillng of the locuSts empha-
sized their silence. She spoke TO him
casually of his change of plan. but he
turned the subject, and Judith let the
matter drop. She was too simple Il wo-
man to stoop TO obliquc measures for
the gaining of her own ends. II he was
here to hunt down her brother, If he
was here to see the eastern woman at
the Wetmore ranch-well, life was
life" to be taken OF left. Thus spoke
the fatalism that was the heritage OF
her Indian blood.
The thought OF Miss Colebrooke at
Wetmorc's reminded her of n letter for
Peter that had been brought that morn
ing by one OF the Wetmore cowboys.
II forgot-there's a letter for you"
She went to the pigeonholeS on the
wall that held the fiotsam and tetsam
of unclaimed mail and brought him
square blue linen ope-distinctly
a lady's letter.
Peter took 1t with rather a forced air
of magnanimity, as II in neglecting to
present II to him sooner she drew heav-
lily on his reserve of patience. Tearing
open the envelope, he read II voraclous-
ly, read II to the exclusion OF his sur
roundings, the world at large and-Ju-
dith. He strobe up and down the floor
two or three times and called to Lean
der, who was passing:
"Dax, l must have that gray mare OF
yours right away" He went in the d.
rection of the stable without a second
glance ut the postmistress, and pres
emily they saw him galloping off In the
opposite direction from which he had
come. Mrs. OAK came I'm with tray
on which were a pot OF coffee and sun
dry substantial delicacles.
where's he gomez" she demanded,
putting the tray down so hard that the
coffee stopped.
II dunno" said Leander. "He said
he'd got to have the gray mare, sad
died her hlsself and rode OFF"