Arizona republican., 1910-07-17

iZatiOn adventure and resulting Ills very last impression had been the feeling of hot teeth 1acerating his and the sight of standing transhxed by the horror of the sight Now, the first in this existence the picture of this woman sweet placid without the raceres of terror For the first time in his life he knew the ministering soctude of woman, a woman of the clearings, white When she came into the room he always followed her movements with his eyes, silently absorbing her. this creature to him, and when she went out at the door he lonely and sad until she had again ap peared. This Dawes daughter. She plump girl of twentyhree, wearing her ght-brown hair in thick braided tresses, for living in the wood she beyond even the fashions of lumbermen's daughters. and there much of simplicity remaining to her. She, in her turn, mildly interested by this strange creature, this half-wd with the great sadly shaded eyes from which came many questions Wolf John found that they had off his long hair that he lay on white mans bed, that there a satisfying, refreshing feeling Tn the white sheets His old garments had disappeared He clothed in some queer stuff womans faded gown, though he did not know what 1t was. A long time Wolf John sick.
 After while Wolf John sit up in a big chair and look out to where flowers blooming in a patch of garden. He could smell the fragrance of them, and from day to day see the blossoms unfolding He would look from their simple beauty to the womans face, and he would rest his head on the high char-back, signing, regreng that long he had been denied these things of the clearings What wild fern to these scarlet coronets, what the squaws he had known to this r-skinned gracefully moving woman? When
 After this his development very swift peculiar animal-like senstiveness bade him watch her look for fear in his uncouh ignorance he would offend by the smallest mannerism As he grew strong old tastes, habits, desires struggled for the mastery and with these he had to fight for he knew them to be unworthy. One day. when he had walked into
 They had given to him shirts and a rough suit of clothes Wolf John learned that these people looked on cleanliness sort of virtue He wondered If he could cleanse himself of those years in the brush cleanse himself to a condition of purity where he might touch this woman's hand. A man may try Without knowing how successful he was Wolf John was gradu- ally transformed into clean, handsome fellow, quiet, unobtrusve, almost gentle.
 n he with it's grim and and its subtle fascination back to him stronger with each days reganed strength He felt its pull on his restless spirit but from day to day he put off the moment of yielding, promising himself that each week would be his last among these people, not knowing that with each succeeding day he welded links of gratitude, of kindly feeling of crude undeveloped love It was old Dave Larsen who reused him to a of his position by suggesting that he had nearly recovered by inviting him to remain with them and to share their labor in the mill Wolf John considered this propos- ton There lay his forest deep silent, trackess and true. That old fear of mans nsncerity and self he had not been quite able to battle down. He warned himself not to be enslaved in the ways of these people to be off while there yet time to the wilderness where lived his friends of wing and claw long time Wolf John pondered and struggled The life of the clearings did 1t repay to one all 1t demanded? Was it that he charmed with his new existence? What had prevailed upon him to strange clothes, to brush his hair, to be clean, to speak without oaths Was it the life within the sound of shrieking saws and the sight of much labor2 Wolf John looked over into the patch of flowers by the house wall He smiled sadly. He sought old Dave Larsen and refused to remain with them
 T fish in stream" he said. "The waters are so very pleasant but l know not the way There IS my forest There many skins and furs to have Some day will return and will bring them to you for the care you make for You kind, but l know the forest to be my country"
 Dave sought to reassure him. saying that he owed nothing insisting that they still in his debt for the life of the girl, explaining in bluff way that his sug gestion had been made in the kindlies of spirit He said they all liked Wolf John and did not to see him go. Wolf John smiled shook the mans hand, and made off.
 It in the little clearing where he had first her that he again encountered the girl.
 You going away" she asked, her eyes wide at the sight of his old gun and the rolled pack his shoulder.
 My ways not your ways" he answered.
 "You were not happy with us?"
 "Happy-yes, so happy; but must go his way. A forest and a clearing different things. They stare at each other. When there is clearing in the forest. it is prisoner among trees When tree IS in the clearing it is alone.
 "We would like you to stay" she said to him. sincerely
 "Ah, but your people not my people" he replied
 "You told you had people," she chal- lenged staring at him as If she had discovered lie on his lips.
 Wolf John waved his hand around at the trees.
 These my people. l know their ways. 1 rude, in your sight l was the forestbred,
 TT am sorry you're going, then,' she said, looking down at her gngham dress You you must come back sometmes-and, you with your clothe like that again, she finished with little laugh.
 "No,' said Wolf John, frowning "Now that you have taught be clear and to speak good tongue. perhaps-perhaps viii rot be received by my forest; perhaps it will not my voice I to being man of t,,e clearings
 Come . go back with me-" she invited, hold ing out her hand.
 q go-not to be happy but to be less unhappy. maybe ."
 Why leave the clearing them"
 Wolf IOhn looked at her earnestly It seemed confession suddenly wrenched from him. some thing he had long kept for his own, prisoner in his breast.
 "1 go not from the clearing-but from you"
 But 1 have asked you to stay' Had she known all her words meant to him perhaps the girl would have remained silent would have allowed him to go. Yet she felt sort of defiance, spirit of