The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-06-10

aears Ior her own safety were thus
mere was yet her fathers safety n
consider Wen, her gallant new
lriend would look to that. "Hen NO
across again this afternoon" Sho
thought land he'll watch the honso
careful. He couldn't do anv moro -
ne knew about the pole" So, her con.
science satisfied, she decided to keen
ner own counsel. That decision cost
ner abundant grief and penitenca IN
the months to come.
While Marylyn was busy with bor
troublesome problem a similar one
was running in Dallas brain. where r.
ea'ied FOR calculation. Would Mat
tnews threaten the shack that dav9 II
was scarcely probable. Night offered
the best hours for an attack. There
iore the wagon must return before
night. But could Ben and Betty make
turks and the return trip before
tnen! SO far they had never done n
The previous summer the drive was
begun at dawn, when dawn was at 4
O'Clock. Wen Just have 70 h,ko
along" she said aloud to Marylyn
INTO the coulee slid the wagon its
iong tongue In the air, the loose tugs
nittlhg the mules in the back When
the team had scrambled up the farther
side Dallas put them to trot nv a
lick OF the blacksnake. Then she
pent forward over the dashboard her
eyes fixed eagerly on that distant
Drown blotch at the eastern ridge ton.
But Marylyn as they drew away look.
ed regretfully backward-to where n
clump of tall cottonwoods, shaking
their heart shaped leaves In the wind
dappled flower studded stretch below
the coulee mouth.
Rod by rod the mules climbed the
gently sloping prairie. The morning
was perfect and belied in its beauty
even a suggestion of lurking harm.
The air, crystal clear and exhilaratinp.
brought far things magically near to
the eye. On every hand shimmered the
sprlnging grass, now pale emerald
with the wind brushing it, again In
the still places darker green and yet
again under the ravine's fringing will
lows, where the deer nibbled, a cool
black. Out of 1t the meadow larks
their good luck waistcoats and
rippled 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
ed on the old, red painted section
house rose before them, a very haven.
Behind, the squat shack was grad
ually lessening in size. A jutting cor
ner had already shut from view its
sentry.
There was little conversation. Mary
Ign for a time could not dismiss the
subject that had confronted her at the
start. Finally, however. she put it
aside impatiently and let herself drift
on a pleasant current. And Dallas
her thoughts were also harried, 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's
her feelings underwent a marvellous
change. 1t had been easy enough In
the excitement following her discovery
to contemplate meeting with Louns-
bury. But that excitement having
1windled not little the idea Of seeing
him ana of talking to him mounted In
Importance. She saw her
self drawing up before his store or
just within as she related her
story. She saw his face, the blue eyes,
since that evening. Her heart began
to thump with the picturing, its pound
ngs playing up to her throat and down
again. Want Of food was giving her
l sensation Of weakness and sinking.
But this seemed also to be the result
If mental and not physical suffering.
She was torn by desire to retrea,.
Then darted through her mind the
Of Marylyn's midnight
confidence. 1t was blow on a wound.
She glanced at her sister entreatingly.
And what she fancied she read in the
,ther's eyes instantly altered the de-
lire to turn-made her send the mules
Onward at q better pace. Maryiyn
vas sitting stif1y upright, bracing her
,elf with her hands. Her head was
I'D. her look was eager and fixed.
There was a smile on her parted lips.
"She's happy about seeing him."
thought Dallas and was overwhelmed
" a sense of her own guilt
A diversion soon came In a horrid
mise. The road touched the coulee
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