Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-23

placer" She began to explore with all the
curiosity of a youngster. The room was In
good condition. There was rude table, q
rusty stove with a stove-pipe chimney. and
on one side several hunks made OF pine
slabs She poked into an old cupboard and
pulled out pans and old dishes and odd
contrivanoes. which she speculated over
eagerly.
''Pokerish place" he commented after a
time Il don't believe anybody's been here
Yes. they have: trout fishers camp here
evsSy sp Ws a,d nidna You camp ann nsrea
Let's go through into the other part"
'Al right" and he followed her as she
disappeared through the door at the side
For the next two hours it poured and
drizzled, but there was not much lightning
Ihey explored for a time in the old mill
then they sat and watched the rain and
the retreating flashes on the horizon
he question now Is how to get home"
she spoke up at length. DO you think
the rain has cooled off the RUM
on. no. indeed 1t would take half a
gay to cool that fire. The only way see
Is TO strike over the ridge"
But it's twelve miles"
Every bit of it, and it's through the Wild
meadows Ever been through?''
Dozens of times"
Then you know It's q regular snarl
that's where I was just before I met you
l was looking out for our timber lot in
there. It's soaking wet there now Every
IT,,
What time Is it?" she asked suddenly.
Five O'Clock"
Then It's out of the question. It would
DC dark before we got half through"
Risk Cherry run?"
mo; that's impossible It's stay in the
mill all night and strike out In the morn
them"
I'm afraid that's the only way" she
said. with q trace Of usefulness In her
voice It was not her way to quarrel with
the Inevitable.
All right That means a fire" He
started up and seized his AK "Pm going
to build g. rouser by the brook here and
keep 1t going all night to keep off spooles,
and m going to have one in the old stove
here to get supper by
Supper" she echoed. incredulously
Sure. Amt you hungry" She looked
at him moment. then burst into laugh.
Il wonder Ii my face Is as black as
yours Isl" she asked.
Il believe there Ia Just the slightest trace
of smut" He looked down at her critical
instant, then turned away abruptly, almost
rudely.
I'm going to try for a trout" he am
pa put what sticks me Is line. All, hayo
II, with sudden inspiration .Old Pomp-
just the thing" He sprang off into the
bushes. and after q moment returned with
half dozen long horsehafrs. which he pro-
ceeded to plat into line.
Good; now for a pole" He looped down
a slender cherry sprout. trimmed 1t with
his knife. and was ready.
BACK In minute" he called, and DIS
appeared into the rhododendron. What a
CHEEKY. resourceful fellow he was! One
couldn't help liking him.
She went to the stream and giancinp
coyly in the direction he had gone began
TO wash her hands and face and to ar
range her hair In the mirror OF the pool
In half an hour she heard his hail up the
dinkey road.
Got six neat ones. Look at en- He
held them up on stick, six mountain
s. that glistened like jewels. Her
bright face and newly arranged hair gave
him quick thrill His tongue quiyered
with remark. but he only said:
That's our supper"
asked in a puzzled tone. I'VE haven't any my
Dishes.
oh that's easy. We're camping out,
you know. I'll cook en-. Ever see It done
en5eddins three Of thsm in yellow e aaS
buried the mass In the hot ashes. The re-
naming three he ifnpaied on long spits
and roasted them over the Goals Then
thu pine slabs Supper was ready. The
clay wax poked out OF the ashes, and brol-
en- open. and the trout leaving their skins
n the shells rolled out clear yellow.
How do YOU like 'emr, he asked.
They'd be good 4 we had salt" she
said. tasting critically.
ssOh, we're Indians now. and Indians, YOU
know, don't eat salt. You want TO imagine
With all your might that We are Indians
tho way to enjoy things In the woods
He began On his share Of the fish with
evident relish, and she stopped nibb1lug ana
ate a. hunsriiy as he.
bs enough d he declared boyishiy. Nov
!hiekst ana began e iop down &c hem-