The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1906-01-27

bathed her face and hands. fushcu
from the long walk. ate the bread and
meat, then lay on the bed OF pine nee
dies, brown and soft from the wealth
ering Of many suns and SHOWS. She
had been all day In the company she
loved best-the earth, the sky, the sun
and wind-and In her heart at last was
deep tranquility. Thus she could
face life and ask nothing but to watch
the cloud fieeces as they are spun and
heaped high In the long days Of sum-
mer, In soberer moods to watch the
thoughts Of the Great Mystery as he
reveals them In the shifting cloud
shapes; to penetrate farther and far
Their into the councils of the great
forces. Thus did she dream the mo-
ments away till the sun was high I'm the
blue and threw long. yellow splashes
Of light on her still body, on the soft
pine needles beneath the boughs.
But there was no time for further
day dreams II she intended to fore
stall the hunters at the place of noon
ing. She followed game trail that
lay along the stream, ascending
through the dense growths till she
reached the top OF the jutting rocks
Her hair was loosened, her skirt awry.
and the pine needles stood out from 1t
as from a cushion Much of the way
she gained by creeping beneath the
low branches on her hands and knees
No white woman would be likely to
follow her. reasoned the daughter or
the plains. II would he n little too hard
on her appearance And here. by lying
fiat and hanging over the juttng knob
Of rock. with n pine branch In her
hand. she could see this mysterious
woman and Peter and the hunters.
She broke n branch TO shade her
face she looked down on the grassy
level. She waited, but there was no
sound of hoofs falling muffied on the
soft ground. The shadows Of the pines
contended with the splashes of sun
light for the little world beneath the
trees. They trembled in mimic battle.
then the shadows stole the sunlight
bit 10y bit till all was pale green twl.
light, aud there was no sound OF the
hunters.
The hunters meanwhile had not been
altogether successful In the chase. The
necessary wolf had been coy, and they
perforce had to compromise with his
poor relation, the coyotc-a poor rela.
ton, indeed, whose shabby coat. thinned
by the process of summer shedding
made II an unworthy souvenir to Miss
Colebrooke. But II was not the lack of
wolf that robbed the hunting party
Of its Zcst for Kitty. She could not tell
what II was, but something seemed to
have gone wrong with the day from
the beginning. She rode beside her
cavalier In habit the like of which the
country had never before seen, and
Peter usually the most observant Of
men, had no word for It's multitude Of
projections. In the first realization Of
disappointment with the day, the hunt,
the hnrdships Of the long ride, her per.
turbed consciousness took up the prob
lem of this missing element and tried
TO adjust itself to the irritating alb.
H'lNts NlllA Wonuefeu IT II were
something she had forgotten. No, there
were her two little cambria pocket
handEerchlefs, remotely suggestive OF
orris and bearing her monogram deli
cately wrought and characteristic. 1t
was not her watc the ribbon fob OF
which huttered now and then In the
breeze. 1t was not veil or scarfpln OF
any of the paraphernalia OF the proper.
ly CARRIED hOrsewoman And yet there
was something missing, something she
should have had with her, somethIns
the absence of which was taking the
SAVIOR from the days hunting.
IL must be the very bigness of this
great, splendid world that gave hel
the sense OF being alone at sea. In
'G,tively she turned ana looked a
Peter riding beside her There was
something In his face that made hel
look again before accepting the reallza