The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1908-08-13

the cIeane0t, I0SCeSt, narU S0OOIlu buOt
In the hull countyT
\ But Siward shook his head. with an
absent glance at the dog. and motioned
the astonished keeper forward.
Line the easiest trail for u.s." he
said. II think we are already trifle
tired. Twigs will do in short cover.
Use Ratchet in the big timber. And
go slow till we join you
And when the unwilling and per
picked keeper had started. Siward, IN
locking his gun, drew out the smooth
yellow cartridges and pocketed them.
Sylvia looked up as the sharp mi til.
lie click Of the locked breech rang out
In the silence.
"Mr. Siwardr' in Quick displeasure
"Yes?"
"What you do for your amusements
cannot concern me-"
Right, as usual" he said, 80 gayly
that a reluctant smile trent led on her
lips.
Then why have you done this? 1t is
unreasonable II you don't feel as l do
about killing things that are having
good time in the world
He stood silent, absently looking ut
the fowling piece Graded in his left
arm. "Shall we sit here moment and
talk it over?' he suggested listlessly.
Her blue gaze swept him. His vague
smile was indifferently bland
IF you are determined not to shoot
we might as we'll start for Osprey
LEDGE" she suggested. otherwise.
what reason is there for our being here
together, Mr.. Siward?"
Awaiting his comment. perhaps ex-
pecting counter proposition. she lean
ed against the tree beside which he
stood, and after awhile. as his absent
minded preoccupation continued:
do you think the leaves are dry
enough to sit on?"
He slipped off his shooting coat and
placed it at the base Of the tree She
seated herself, and, as he continued to
remain standing. she stripped off her
shooting gloves and glanced up at him
lnquiringly. We'll, Mr.. Siward, l am
literally at your feet
tle," he said, finding place near her.
He sat there, chin propped on his
linked fingers, elbows on knees and
though there was always the hint of
smile in his pleasant eyes, always the
iAdefinable charm Of breeding in voice
and attitude, something now was lack
ing. And after moment she con-
nj 6nd hof 1,{c
tainly his wits were woolgathering
again. His eyes, edged with the shad-
ow of a smile, saw far beyond her, far
beyond the sunlit shadows where they
sat.
In his preoccupation she had found
him negatively attractive. She glanced
at him now from time to time, her
eyes returning always to the beauty Of
the subdued light where all about them
| silver stemmed birches clustered like
| slim shining pillars crowned with their
| autumn canopy Of crumpled gold.
"Enchantment!' she said under her
breath. Surely an enchanted sleeper
| lies here somewhere"
"You," he observed, "unawakened."
asleep? .IT She looked around al
| him. you are the dreamer here. Your
| eyes are full of dreaming even now
| What is your desire?'
He leaned on one arm, watching her
She had dropped her ungloved hand
searching among the newly fallen gold
Of the birch leaves drifted into heaps
On the third finger jewel glittered
He saw it, conscious Of its meaning
but his eyes followed the hand idly
heaping up autumn gold-a white slim
hand, smoothly fascinating. Then the
little restless hand swept near to his
almost touching 1t, and then instinc
| lively he took 1t In his own curiously
| lifting 1t a little to consider it's nearer
loneliness. Perhaps it was the unex
| pectedness of It, perhaps 1t was sheer
amazement, that left her hand lying
idly relaxed like white petaled bios
| som in his.
| After little while the consciousness:
of the contact disconnected her. Sht
withdrew her fingers, with an invol
untary shivcr.
"Is there no chance for me, Mis-!
Landis?
The very revulsion of self possession
returning chilled her; then anger cam,
quick and hot then pride. She DELHI
Grated, choosing her words coolly
enough, what chance do you mean
Mr.. Siward?'
"a fighting chance. Can you give
to me?'
"a fighting chance? For what?
very low, very dangerous.
For YOU"
Then in spite of her her senses be
came unsteady. A sudden ringing con
fusion seemed to deafen her, through
which his voice, as If very far away
sounded again:
Men who are worth q fighting
chance ask for 1t sometimes, but TAX
1t always. l take it."
Her pallor faded under the flood 0
bright color The blue of her eve