The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1906-01-10
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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

was hers In all matters pertaining TO
him and, knowing only loved the more
Peter put a restraining hand on Dol.
ly's bride and called .Iudith's name,
and all the mountains made music Of
1t. The echo sang the old Hebrew
name as If it had been psalm Peters
voice gave 1t to the mountains joyous
ly. but the mountains gave it back in
the minor. And Judith was reminded
of the soft. singing syllables that her
mother in the Indian way had made Of
her daughters Indian name. The re.
mcmbrance tugged at her heart. In
her joy ut seeing Peter she had for
gotten that the errand that had brought
her was an errand of life and death -.
life and death for her brother!
But Peters ready enthusiasms press
the business of such a night All Ju.
dlth, goddess of the heights, If could
sing your name like the mountains.
would you love me a littleY
For his pains he had n fash of white
teeth in smile that recalled his first
acquaintance with Kitty, the sort of
smile one would give to mice boy"
when his maneuyers were trifle OBJ
vious. Not If you sang my name as
the chorus of all the Himalayas and
the Rockies and Andes and with the
fire of all their volcanoes and IL, beau
ty of their SHOWS and the strength of
all their hills, for it's not my way to
love little!'
He bent toward her to brush her
cheek lightly, but Judith. who said lit
tie because she felt much was In no
mood to brook such dalliance, and, urg-
ing the mare sharply, she cantered
down the divide at peril of life and
limb. Peter, cursing the heavy footed
beast he rode, came stumbling after.
Judith rode wildly through the night,
leaving Peter laps behind to beseech,
to prophesy dire happening If she
should slip, and to scramble after as
best he might on the heavy footed
beast he repudated with all his ances-
tors as oxen to the fourth generation
But the woman kept her pace. She
had stern questions to put to herself
and they were likely to have truer an
swers If Peter were elsewhere than
riding beside her. Whittier was he 60
ingI They had met casually on Il trail
known TO few honest men. 1t led over
spur of the Wind river to sort of
no mans land, the hiding place of
horse and cattle thieves. She had gone
to warn her brother. Could he be go
ing there She could not bring herself
to finish.
Her heart was divided against itself
Within II were fought again the red
and the white mans battles bitterly
and to the finish. And now the white
man, with his open warfare, won and
all her love rose up and scourged her
llttl" faith. She would wait on the
trail for Peter. penitent and ashamed.
And while she waited suspicious bred
of her Indian blood stirred distrustful-
ly, and she told herself that her moth
er's daughter made worthy champion
of the ways of white men. Did Hamil-
ton hunt her brother gollowsward. max
ing merry with her the meantime? lie
had not even been cOurteOusly con.
cerned rs to where she was going when
they met on the divide, and she had
not thought to wonder mt his possible
destination.
She was by this time well down tie
divide The temperature had risen per,
ceptibly on the down grade. The heat
of the plains had already mingled with
! the cool hill air. The heights where We
nus kept her love vigil were already
past. Judith gave Dolly II breathing
| spell. herself lounging easily mean
while She knew how to take her ease
, In the saddle rs well as any COW
| puncher on the range.
Peter, coming up with II much blown
horse found her chanting IN Indiar
song.
"Sing verse for me, Judith. HeaveI
knows | need something to stralghteI
out my Internal luck"
She had begun to cant, then stoppc,
suddenly. II must not. You know
am Catholic" Suspicion that hat
been scotched, not killed, raised IT