Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-01-04

was perfect and belied In its beaut
even a suggestion of lurking harm
The air, crystal clear and exhilaratinp
brought far things magically near t
the eye. On every hand shimmered tn
springing grass. now a pale emerald
with the wind brushing It. again Il
she still places darker green and We
again under the ravines frlnging vii
tows. where the deer nibbled, a COO
BLACK Out of 1t the meadow lark
showed their good luck waistcoats anC
F1ppled their tunes. Out Of 1t countless
wild roses smiled up pinkly to the sun
But all the loneliness of the new day
only Knocked at the lonely girls In the
wagon. To them the gray sands OF
their desert home. the blisterinG
"northers," the brassy skies, were un
consciously synonymous of safety and
peace. More than once as they press.
ee4 on the old, red painted section
house rose before them, very haven.
Behind, the squat shack was grad.
udsiy lesseping In size, A jutting cor
ner bad already shut from view its
crippled sentry. HEg n n
There was little conversation. Mary
IN for q time could not dismiss the
subject that had confronted her at the
start Finally, however, she put 1t
aside impatiently and let herself drift
on pleasant current. And Dallas
her thoughts were also BARRED, for as
her home dropped mile by mile In the
distance and she was forced to meet
the question Of what she would say
and do when she arrived at Clark'a
her feelings underwent a marvellous
change. 1t had been easy enough In
the excitement following her discovery
% contemplate meeting with Louns-
bury. But that excitement having
dwfndled not little the idea Of seeing
him ana OF talking to him mounted In
proportional Importance. She saw her
self drawing up before his store or
standing just within as she related her
STORY. She saw his face, the blue eyes,
fnlI OF fun-and she had not met him
since that evening! Her heart began
TO thump with the picturing, ITS pound
ings playing up to her throat and down
again. Want OF food was giving her
= sensation OF weakness and sinking.
Bnf this seemed also to be the result
Of mental and not physical suffering.
She was torn by desire to retreat.
Then darted through her mind the
remembrance OF Marylyn's midnight
confidence. It was blow on a wound.
he glanced at her sister. entreatingly,
And, Nhat she fancied she read In the
others e. e. instantly altered the de-
sire to turhNznfsde her send the mules
forward at apetter pace. Mafyfyp
was sitting stiffiy Upright, bracing her.
self with her hands. Her bead was
mp, her look was eager ana nxea.
There was smile on her parted lips.
I "ehe's happy about seeing him"
thought DallaS and was overwhelmed
bE 4 sense of her own guilt .7ESE
! A uSgerslon soon Came I'd horrid
fEf3se, The road touched the coulee
again, bringing close the giant cotton.
woods. where the Sioux dead were
dashed, and the girls, glancins toward
the trees, suddenly caught glimpse
OF long, wrapped bodies. >-"-~~-ss.'---
n. Marylyn edged toward her sister.
'ph, hope it'll be light when we get
here coming back" she whispered,
shndderlng zusuu.--a.s~->~---
1--WE Won't be alone" answered Dali
las reassuringly: e sEs -
The coule9 was deep and dark at
that point and full of queer shadows.
From the boughs that Graded the
braves came uncanny futterlngs as
the wind shock loosened scraps Of the
sieepers' covering The dead seemed
to be moving restlessly upon their bier
boards and waving an Imploring sum
mons to be freed of the thongs that
bound them. Overhead was full cause
Tor fear. Floating on motionless wing,
with bare necks craning hungrily, CIR
cled black watchers
'They say" whispered Marylyn.
watching nervously behind-"they say
the Indians are scared to coIue near
these trees; never do till one of EN-
dies. don't wonder. 1t gives me the
shivers just TO see that bunch"
Dallas drew the whip across Betty.
"a dead Indians not dangerous" she
said, smiling. And forgot to ask Mary
1yn where she had heard the tale.
Six miles We're gone. But the way
ahead was still long. the brown blotch
at the ridge top was still only a blotch.
And the team was fast firing. When
Murphy's Throat was reached Dallas
drove out to the left, watered the
thirsty pair at a slough and ate with
Marylyn the long deferred breakfast
After that they went at a better pace
for a time. Soon, however, the road
became sleeper. and Betty Stacked up
The sun was high now and unpleasant
~ warm. So the wise old mule merely
bumped her back as Dallas applied the
lash and doggedly refused to Increase
her speed.
1t was noon when the wagon APP
preached the summit 1t did not rest
there a moment. Behind was spread
out wonderful landscape. The Mis-
souri, threaded IL ouaftpriDplv. tba