The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-08
CHAPTER VI.
THE BURRELL CODE.

THE BURRELL CODE.
YOT until his dying day will
' aas's nare 9ss with the sse'a through OF
the untrodden valley, and yet
it's incidents were never clear cut nor
distinct when he looked back upon
them, but blended into one dreamlike
procession, as if he wandered through
some calenture where every image was
delightfully."- distorted and each act de-
liciously unreal. yet all the sweeter
from its feeting unreality. They talk
ed and laughed and sang with a rush
Of spirits as untamed as the waters in
the course they followed. They wan
dePed hand in hand into land Of illu-
sions, where there was nothing real
but love and nothing tangible but JOY
They held to the bed Of the stream,
for its volume was low and enabled
them to ford 1t from bar to bar.
They had become SO intimate by
now as to fall into a whimsical mode
Of speech, and Necia reverted to
childish habit In her talk that brought
many smile to the youths face. It
had been her fancy as little girl to
speak in adjectives. ignoring many Of
her nouns, and its quaintness had SO
amused her father that on rare occa-
sions, when the humor was on him, he
also took 1t up. She now addressed
herself to Burrell in the same manner.
II think we are very smarts to come
so far" she said.
"You travel like deer" he declared
admiringly. why. you have tired me
down." Removing his pack, he stretch
ed his arms and shook out the ache In
his shoulders.
He built fire, then fetched a bucket
Of water from rill that trickled down
if to prepare their meal. but she would
have none Of it.
"Bigs should never cook" she de-
clared. THAT work belongs to littles,"
then forced him to vacate her domain
and turn himself to the manlier duties
Of chopping wood and boughs.
First, however, she showed him how
to place two green foot logs upon
which the teapot and the frying pan
would sit without upsetting and how
long she wished the sticks of cooking
wood. Then she banished him, as it
were, and he built wickiup Of spruce
tops, under the shelter Of which he
piled thick. fragrant pillows Of yukon
feathers"
He filed his chest deeply and leaned
on his ak, for he found himself shak-
ing as if under the spell of some great
expectancy.
your supper is getting cold" she
called to him.
He took seat beside her on a pile
of boughs where the smoke was least
troublesome. He had chosen a spot
that was sheltered by lichen covered
ledge. and this low wall behind, with
the wickiup joining 1t. formed an In
closure that lent them certain air OF
privacy. They ate ravenously and
drank deep cupfuls Of the unflavored
tea. BY the time they were finished
the night had fallen, and the air was
Just cool enough to make the ire
agreeable. Burrell heaped on more
wood and stretched out beside her.
''This day has been so wonderful"
said the girl. that shall never go to
sleep. I can't bear to end it."
"But you must be weary. little
maid" he said gently. Il am"
"Wait. Let me see" She stretched
her limbs and moved slightly to try
her muscles. Eyes, 1 am very tired,
but not the kind of tired that makes
you want to go to bed | want to talk,
talk, talk, and not about ourselves Ell
Their. but about sensibles. Tell me
about your people-your sister"
He had expected her to ask this. for
the subject seemed to have an mex.
haustible charm for her. She would
sit rapt and motionless as long as he
cared to talk of his sister, In her wide,