The newspaper., 1907-03-22

You'll have to go back of me-say to
Confucius or beyond-to find that
out"
Winton was silent for a moment,
balancing his spoon on the tip OF his
finger. Finally he said: 81 hope you
did what you could to make II pleas
ant for her-not that there was much
to be done in such a God-forsaken
chaos as a construction camp"
II did. And didn't hear her COM
plain of the chaos. She seemed as in
terested as a school glrl-particularly
in your sketches
THAT was low-down in you, Morty
l wouldn't have shown you up that
way"
Adams chuckled reminiscently Had
to do 1t to make my day-before-yester-
day lie hold water. And she was i'm
mensely taken with the scrawls. es-
pecially with one of them"
Winton flushed under the bronze
Il suppose don't need to ask which
one"
Adams grin was measure of his
comnlacsnce. He was coming of
easier than he had anticipated.
Well. hardly"
GDt thoh II AWAY Win Hfl
Took II. or tore It up. forget
which
winton's look was that of a man
distressed.
Tell me. Morty. was she very an
gry?"
The technologian took the last hint
OF laughter out OF his eyes before he
said solemnly: you'll never know
how thankful I was that you were
20 miles away"
winton's cup was full. and he turned
the talk abruptly TO the industrial do
ings and accomplishment Of the day.
Adams made a verbal report which led
HIM by successive steps up to the
twilight hour when he had stood with
BranaCan on the brink OF the placer
drain. but, strangely enough. there WAS
no stirring of memory to recall the in
cident of the upward climbing miners.
When WInton rose he said some
thing about mounting a night guard
on the engine. which was kept under
steam at all hours; and shortly af,er-
wards he left the dinkey ostensibly
to do It. declining Adams offer of
company But once out-of-doors he
CllulDtU W lHf NNuh
on the snow-covered slope. Carter
had turned In. but he sat up in his
bunk at the noise OF the intrusion.
blinking sleepily at the fare of Win
toms match.
That you. Mr.. winton? Wan, to
send something7" he asked.
mo: go to sleep I'll write wire
and leave # for you TO send in the
morning"
He sat down at the packing-case in
strument table and wrote out brief
report OF the days progress IN track
laying for the general managers rec
ord pni when Carter REGULAR breath
ing told him he WIS alone he pushed
the pad ASIDE. took down the sending
book and searched until he had found
the original copy OF the message
which had reached him at the moment
OF cataclysms in the lobby of the
Buckingham.
'Um. he said. and his heart grew
warm within him. It's just about as
! expected; Morty didn't have any
thing whatever to do with it-eIcept
TO sign and send It as she commanded
him to-" And the penciled sheet was
folded carefully and filed in perma-
nence in the inner breast pocket of
bis brown duck shooting coat.
The moon was rising behind the
eastern mountain when he e1tin-
guished the candle and went out. De-
low lay the chaotic construction camp
buried in silence and in darkness save
for the lighted windows of the dinkey.
He was not quite ready to go back to
Adams. and after making n round of
the camp and bidding the engine
watchman keep sharp lookout
against a possible night surprise. he
set out to walk over the newly laid
track OF the day.
Another half-hour had elapsed. and
a waning moon was clearing the top
most crags of Pacific Peak when he
came out on the high cmbankment op-
posite the Rosemary, having traversed
the entire length OF the lateral loop
and inspected the trestle at the gulch
head by the light of blazing fr-
branch.
The station with It's two one-car
trains. and the shacks of the little
mining camp beyond, lay shimmering
ghost-like in the newborn light of the
moon. The engine of the sherif's car