The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1911-12-16

was Checked Mt nightfall.
ISSS5ES| Two hundred ibeaters and
Yy trenchers managed to fight 1t
back and hold 1t in leash to feed on
the slash Of the timber operation. But.
like n tiger confined in its cage, It had
reached out through its bars and.
claimed victims. Three stands Of farm
buildings were in ruins.
Harlan Thornton, sooty and weary,
left the fire line as soon as he knew
that the monster had been subdued. He
rode about to reassure the owners that
their losses would be made up by him
self and his grandfather.
Keep away from the lawyers" he
counseled the losers. They'll get half
the money out Of you II you hire them.
Well settle after appraisal"
The men that he talked to seemed
sullen in spite of his assurances. They
seemed to be depressing taunts or re-
proaches merely In consideration of the
fact that lie was holding the purse
strings. He noted this demeanor and
feared to ask questions.
Clare Kavanagh rode with him. She
had not left his side, even when he
led his crews into perilous places and
entreated her to keep back.
And they rode away together in the
dusk down the long stretch Of high.
way from the hills to the village.
Il am unhappy, big boy" sighed the
girl. I'VE have never come back from
our rides like this"
1T has beer wicked day for both
Of us. child"
"And you cannot call me child after
today. so my father says. I'll be six.
teen tomorrow, and didn't know un.
til today that I'd be so sorry that II
Is So"
He listened indulgently and under
stood this protest Of the child. Their
horses walked slowly side by side. and
the tired hounds trailed after them.
'lrhe grownups lose lot Of things
out Of life. little girl-things that
mean great deal in childhood. But
keep your heart open and other things
will come"
Perhaps when I get to be twenty
four years old and as big as you are
can talk that way and believe 1t too.
But just now I'm only girl that does
not believe she's grown up, even II
they do tell her so and tell her she
mustn't be a playmate any longer.
And you are not to ride with me any
more, and you are not to come to my
house, nor may l go to yours. That's
what they say. What are we to do
them"
She cried her question passionatel
He had no answer ready. Platitudes
would not do for this child, he re-
fiectcd. and to lecture her then even
on the A b C's of the social code
would be wounding her ingenious
faith. He did not understand his own
emotions. He was as unsophisticated
as she in the affairs Of the heart. His
mans life Of the woods had kept hin,
free from women. His friendship
with this child, their rides, their com
partnership. had been almost on the
plane of boy with boy. Her character
invited that kind Of intimacy.
At that ioment he welcomed the ap
pearance Of even Ivus Niles. That
sooty prophet Of I'll appeared around
bend in the road ahead. He was
leading his buck sheep, and the hounds
rushed forward DANGEROUSLY. Niles
stopped in the middle Of the road and
let them frolic about him and his EN-
blematic captive.
"The dogs won't hurt you. Miles,
Harlan assured him. squirting forward
81 Amt afraid of dogs, amt afrait
of wolves. not after what I've beer
through with the political Bengal Il
gers I've been up against today
Niles assured him sourly. And you
grandfather Is the old he one Of til,
pack. He stole our caucus for you to
day. your grandfather did, h
"You don't mean to say was nomi
natedv'
THAT'S too polite word. HarlaI
Thornton. I gave you the right on
the first time. He stampeded our eau
Gus by having that fire set on the j
Quacca hills. Three sets of farr
buildings offered up to the gods %
rotten politics.! That's nice kind Q
sacrifice. Thornton's grandson! !
goes well with the crowd you're Il
with. II will smell well In the nos
trils Of the people Of this state. Yo
ought to he proud OF being made
lawmaker In that way"
1t was not reproach. It was insult
sneered in the .agitator's bitterest tons
s"The pSWefkyrNf TIRES poor toilAr
'of the soil laid nat IN ashes. q tow