Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1911-01-07
CHAPTER vi.


stepped in the deep peace of early au-
tumn, Thomas Jefferson was fishing
luxuriously in the most distant Of the
upper pools. There were three tat
perch gill-strung on forked withe un-
der the overhanging bank. and a fourth
was rising to the bait, yhen the peace
full stiffness was rudely rent by
crashing in the underground, and
great dog, of q breed hitherto unknown
10 Paradise, bounded into the little
glade to stand glazing at the fisherman,
his teeth barred and his black hairs
bristling
"Oh. pleased Don't hurt my dog!"
said a rather weak little voice out OF
the rearward void
you come round here and call him
off O me-"
HE is not wishing to hurt you, or
anybody" said the voice Down, Hsc-
tori"
The Great Dane passed from Hus-
picious rightly and threatening lip
twitchings to mighty and frivolous
gambolings, and Thomas Jefferson got
up to give him room A girl was try
ing to make the dog behave So he
had chance to look her over before
the battle for sovereignty should be-
gin.
There was a little shock of disdain-
full surprise to go with the first glance.
Somehow he had been expecting some
thing very different; somsthing on the
order of the Queen of 'Sheba-done
small, of course-as that parsonage
was pictured in the family Bible-a
girl, proud and scornful, and possibly
wearing a silk dress and satin shoes.
Instead, she was only pale, tired
baby In a brier-torn frock; girl
whose bones showed brazenly at every
angle, and whose only claim to Sec
ond glance lay in her thick mop OF
reddish brown hair and in a pair Of
great. slate blue eyes two sizes too
large for the thin face. A double con-
clusion came and sat in Thomas JEFF
ferson's mind she was rather to be
CONTEMPORARY pitied than feared;
ind as for looks-well, she was not to
be thought Of I'm the same day with
black-eyed Nan Bryerson. When the
dog was reduced to quietude, the small
one repaid Thomas Jefferson's stare
with a level gaze out Of the diversified
eyes.
WAS II that you were afraid OF
Hector" she asked.
"Huh!" said Thomas jefferson, and
the scorn was partly for her queer way
of speaking and partly for the foolish
ness of the question. Huh! ] reckon
you don't know who l am. I'd have
killed your dog II he'd jumped on me.
maybe"
You are Thomas Gordon. Your
mother took care Of me and prayed
for me when 1 was sick. Hector is a
an extremely good dos. He would
not jump at you"
ITS mighty lucky for him he didn't"
Dragged Thomas jefferson, with very
creditable imitation of his fathers
grim frown. Then he sat down on the
bank of the stream and busted himself
with his fishing tackle as If he consid-
cred the incident closed.
What is 1t that you are trying to
do?" asked Ardea, when the silence
had extended to the third worm Inn
paled on the hook and promptly abb
stracted therefrom by a willy sucker
lying at the bottom OF the pool.
Il was fishin' some before you and
your dog came along and scared all
the perch away" he said, sourly. Then,
turning suddenly on her: why don't
you go ahead and say it? Is 1t cause
you're afeard TOT"
Il don't know what you mean"
IT know what you're going to say;
you are going to tell me thn is your
grandfather's land and run me off. But
amt amin to go till I'm good and
ready"
you are such funny boy" she re-
marked, and there was something in
her way OF saying 1t that made Thorn
as Jefferson feel little and infantile
and inferior, though he was sure there
must be an immense age difference n
his favor Il think you are mean,
meant" she sobbed. with an angry
stamp OF her foot II want to 20
ho-ome!"
well, I reckon there amt anybody
holdin' you" said Thomas Jefferson
brutally. He was intent on fixing the
sixth worm on the hook in such FASH
ion as permanently to discourage the
bait thief, and was coming to his own
In the matter Of self-possession with
grateful facility. 1t was going to be
notably easy to bully her-anothei
point Of difference between her and
Nan Bryerson.
II know there isn't anybody holding
me. but-but can't find the way"
You want me to show your" hs
asked. putting all the ungraciousnesi
he could muster into the query.
You might tell me, I should think!
I'VE walked and walked"
II reckon I'd better take you; you
might get lost again." he said. will
gloomy sarcasm. Then he consumed
all the time he could for the method
cal disposal OF his fishing tackle. II
would be good for her to learn thai
she must wait on his motions.
She waited patiently, sitting on tn,
ground with one arm around the mech
of the Great Dane; and when Thomas
Jefferson stole a glance at her to SCI
how she was taking it. she looked Sc
tired and thin and woebegone that h'
almost let the better part OF him ge
the upper hand. That made him sur.
iier than ever when he finally recov.
cred his string Of fish from the stream
and said; We'll, come on. II you're
oomin'"
He told himself. hypocritically. tina
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