The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-05-20

/ nun OF GLOOM anu S!icilCe ll.dl q I'll
canny. On the sid nearest the stream
| there was a small board addition, which
had been used by the crew for both
kitchen n sleeping chamber. Or
against this arose a blackened pile of
sawdust 20 feet and more high.
Her we are" he called cheerily.
we can make it"
Indeed they were just in time. The
first big drops Were splashtng on the
dry leaves. She sprang from the horse,
and they made a helter-skelter dash for
it.
a we make it," She flung open the
rickety door. In a the drops
had increased to a torrent which roared
4 and pounded on the shingled roof.
Let it rain" he cried in high spirits.
This is tights a cup"
Isn't this u lucky day. thought"
she echoed. This comes just in the
nick of time. This is fathers mill. but
I was never here before. Isn't it a
funny old place." She began to ex-
plore with all the curiosity of a young
! ster. The room was in good condition.
There was a rude table. a rusty stove
with a stove pipe chimney, and on one
side several hunks made Of pine slabs.
She poked into an old cupboard. and
pulled out pans and old dishes and odd
~contrivances, which she s~peculated over
eagerly.
"Pokerish place" he commented aft
er a time. 81 don't believe a~nybody's
been here for years"
Yes, they have; trout fishers camp
here every spring. Didn't you camp
here?"
NO. We didn't get up this far"
Lets go through into the other
part"
"All right" and he followed her as
she disappeared through the door at
the side.
For the next two hours it poured and
drizzled, but there was not much
lightning. They explored for a time in
the old mill, then they sat and watched
the ain n retreating flashes on the
horizon.
The question now is how to get
home" she spoke up at length. 'Do
you hin h rain has cooled off the
RUM"
"Oh. no. indeed. 1t would take half
a day to cool thai fire. The only way
l see Is to strike over the ridge"
But it's l. miles,"
Every bit Of it. and it's through the
Wild Meadows, Ever been through?"
Dozens of times"
Then you know. It's a regular
snarl. That's where I was just before
| met YOU. I was looking out for our
timber lot in there. It's soaking wet
Ion in it."
What time is it?" she asked sud
denly.
Five o'clock"
Then it's out OF the question. 1t
would be dark before we got half
through"
There's only one way left then"
Risk Cherry Rum"
mo: that's impossible. It's stay in
the mill all night and strike out in
the morning. I think the Run will
be cool enough them"
Tbr n e~o{ Ia %l,@4 ~ ~
said with a trace of usefulness in her
voice. 1t was not her way to quarrel
with the inevitable.
All right. That means a fire." He
started up and seized his x "Im
going to build a rouser by the brook
here and keep it going all night to
keep Off spooks, and I'm going to have
one In the old stove here to get supper
by"
Supper" she echoed i~ncredulously
Sure. Amt o hungry?" She
looked at him a moment, the burst
into a laugh.
II wonder If my face is as black as
yours is?" she asked.
Il believe there is just the slightest
trace of smut" He looked down at
her a critical instant, then turned away
abruptly, almost rudely.
Tn going to try for a trout" he
announced. rive got a fly in my hat
here, but what sticks me is a line. All.
| have it, with sudden Inspiration.
"Old Pomp-just the thing" He sprang
Off into h bushes and after a mo-
ment returned with half a dozen long
horse hairs which he proceeded to plait
into a line.
Good; now for a pole, He Topped
down a slender cherry sprout, trimmed
1t with his knife, and was ready.
Back in a minute" he called, and
disappeared into the rhododendror.
What a CHEEKY. resourceful fellow he
was! One couldn't help liking him.
She went to the stream. and glancing
coyly In the direction he had gone, be-
gan to wash her hands and face and to
arrange her hair in the mirror of the
pool. In half an hour she heard his
hall up the dinkey road.
Got six neat ones. Look at EN-
He held them up on a stick, six noun
tain trout that glistened like Jewels.
Her bright face and newly arranged
hair ave him a quick thrill. His
tongue quivered with a remark, but he
only said:
That's our supper"
How are we going to coo them p
she asked In a puzzled tone. "We
haven't any Dishes"
oh, that's easy. Were camping out,
you know. I'll cook 'em. Ever see it
done this way? He dressed the trout
and. embedding three OF them in a yell
AoW LUZ iSo lAG IIldSS Iii the not
ashes. The remaining three he i'm
paled on long splits and roasted them
over the Goals. Then with the axe he
hewed plates from the pine slabs.
Supper was ready. The clay was
poked out of the ashes and broken
open. and the trout. leaving their skins
In h shells. rolled out a clear yellow,
and done to a turn.
How do you like 'emo" he asked.
They'd be good IL we had salt" she
said, tasting critically.
"Oh, We're Indians now, and Indians
you know, don't eat salt. You want to
imagine with all your might that we
are Indians. and you'll forget all about
the salt. That's the way to enjoy
things In he woods" He began on his
share of h fish with evident relish.
and she stopped nibbling aud ate as
hungrily as he.
I'm get a string in the morning
thatH be enough he declared boyish-
Ily. Now for the chores" He sprang
out into the thicket and began to ion
down the hemlock scrubs and strip
them of their soft sprigs. Have to
dry EN- q little, but they'll be all right.
I'm going to fix VI one of them bunks
for you. and I'm going to stay out here
and tend the fire."
And I'll put things to rights a little
In here" She arose and began "a ,noxro