The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-15
CHAPTER XII.
Back to the Mountains.

In the cottage in Bcney street, one
year later, two women were waiting.
1t was 10 o'clock at night.
Isn't it a shame to be disappointed
like this?' complained Dicksie, pushing
her hair impatiently back. Really,
poor George is worked TO death. He
was to be in at o'clock, Mr.. Lee said
and here it is 10. and all your beautiful
dinner spoiled. Marion, are you keep
ing something from me? Look me in
the eye. Have you heard from Gordon
Smith,"
NO, Dicksie."
Not since he left the mountains a
year ago?"
Not since he left the mountains a
year ago"
Dicksie. sitting forward in her chair
bent here eyes upon the fire. 1T is so
strange. ] wonder where he is tonight
How ne loves you, Marion! He told
me everything when ne said good-by
He made me promise not to tell then;
but 1 didn't promise to keep if for
ever"
Marion smiled. a year isn't for
ever, Dicksie."
Wei, it's pretty near forever when
you are in love- declared Dicksie, en-
eTgetically. Il know just how he
felt" she went on in a qUieter tone
He felt that all the disagreeable ex-
element and talk we had here then
bore heaviest on you. He said if he
stayed in Medicine Bend the news
papers never would cease talking and
people never would stop annoying you
and you know George did say they
were asking to have passenger trains
held here just so people could see
Whispering Smith. And, Marion. think
Of il, he actually doesn't know yet
that George and I are married; How
could we notify him without knowing
where he was2 And he doesn't know
that trains are running up the Crawl
ing Stone valley. Mercy a year goes
like an hour when you're in love
doesn't it? George said he knew we
should hear from him within six
mOnths-and George has never yet
been mistaken excepting when he said
/ should grow to like the railroad
business-and now it is a year and
no news from him." Dicksie sprang
from her chair. Il am going to call
up Mr.. Rooney Lee and just demand
my husband. l think Mr.. Lee handles
trains shOckingly every time George
tries to get home like this on Saturday
nights-now don't you? And passen-
ger trains ought to get out Of the way
anyway, when a division Superintsnd-
ent is trying to get home. What diff
ference does it make TO a passenger,
I'd like to know whether he is a few
hours less or longer in getting to Cali
fornia or Japan or Manila or Hong
Kong or Buzzard's Gulch, provided he
is safe-and you know there has not
been an accident on the division for
q year, Marion. There's a step now.
I'll bet that's Georgei"
The door opened and il was George.
"Oh. honey!" cried Dicksie, softly.
waving her arms as she stood an in
slant before she ran to him But
haven't I been a-waitin' for youl"
Too bad and, Marion, he ex-
claimed, turning without releasing his
wife from his arms, "how can 1 ever
make good for all this delay? Oh. yes.
I've had dinner. Never. for heavens
sake, wait dinner for me, But wait.
both of you, till you hear the newsi"
Dicksie kept her hands on his shout
ders. You have heard from Whisper
ing Smith
II have
Il knew it,
Wait till I get it straight. Mr..
Bucks is heTe-I came in with him in
his car. He has news of WHISPERING
Smith. One of our freight traffic men
i'm the Puget Sound country. who has
been in a hospital in Victoria, learned
by the merest accident that Gordon
Smith was lying in the same hospital
with typhoid fever
Marion rose swiftly. Then the
time has come, thank God, when I can
do something for him; and am going
to him tonight"
Fine" cried McCloud. so am I.
and that is why I'm late
5 Then I am going, too exclaimed
DickSia SOieunfV
DO YOU mean it?" asked her -hus-
band. shall we let her, Marion? Mr.
Bucks says I am to take his car and
take BaTnhardt and keep the car
there till I can bring Gordon back. Mr.