Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-07-01
NWYHES Evan RTounf opened his

ventures the sun was SHIN
Ing brightly In at the beds head win
dow. cheerful fire was cracking ON
the hearth. aud his father. II little
heavier. u 1874" @r.y"r. but with the
same rugg i fac" and kindly eyes.
was STANDING ~ Ii. brGside.
Evan. I'r" aud Father were
the only wor.s "t erecting. but the
mighty hand rr.p tiit went with them
was for I.an n renewal OF his hoy
hood and a suE,rirMi promise for the
future.
Followed instantly n rush of mingled
emotions: 1T astoundmcnt that he had
recognized no familiar landmark In
I'll" midnight furIng through the hills
n Un the approach to the home Of Lis
childhood: of something like keen
regret that the old had given place 40
thoroughly and completely to the new
of something bordering ON chagrin
that he had been surprised into nc.
cepting the LUsiIitubIe advances of n
woman whom he had been intending
| to avoid and for whom he had cher
| !sh"d- ana mean; to cherish u con
tomptuuus dis. "gard.
But nj the hand gripping moment
there WAS no tim" for II nice weighing
of emotions. lie wac in his fathers
house. the homecoming. some phases
of which he had NHgurl% dreaded. was
fact accomplished. aud the new life
til" life that was to be- lived without
Patricia WAS fairly begun. Also there
were arrears to he brought up.
Did the little r-dld Mrs Eluunt
tell Won that ! was here"
"Shp did. but she couldn't tell me
much mere. How on top Of earth did
you happen to blow in ut midn.gA,
with Jack Bart" for your herd lradcr?"
ITS u fairy tale. and yen won't he.
licv" it-nf II BlOunt." was the laugh.
Ing reply. Il lett Roston Monday and
should lave reached the canital last
night. But my train was laid uut hr.
bind n freight wreck Mt Ar.tas ius,
before dark. and left II and too. to
the hills-,hursrback. Don't ask me
why. The smell of the sagcbrUsh WIS
In my noStrils. aud had To do it.
knew where | was. aud Thought |
could ride to Dobblchy's, so hired the
hroncho and pitched out. think !
kept the general direction all right m.
I'll | got lost among the Lost river hog.
backs, but after that was pretty sue
ccssfully lost"
And Barto found you?" queried the
senator.
"Who is this ubiquitous Barto who
goes around playing the holdup one
minute and the good angel the neXtf"
He Is "A sort of general utility man
for Hathaway, the head pusher of the
Twin Ruttes Lumber company. He Is
supposed to be timber cruiser and
log scaler. but / guess he doesn't work
much at his trade. Down In the lower
wards of New York they'd call him Il
heeler maybe. But you don't mean to
tell me that Jack Barto robbed you.
SOM"
mo; he was merely discussing with
his two fellow holdups the ACCESSIBILITY
Of knocking me on the head and drop.
ping me into Lost River canyon: that
was all. OF course l knew they had
fallen upon the wrong man, and after
awhile ! succeeded In making Barto
accept that hypothesis. At least he ac-
cepted 1t sufficiently to bring me here
for Identification. Since he wouldn't
talk and l didn't recognize the trail or
the place | hadn't the slightest notion
of my whereabouts-not the least In
the world"
The big man was leaning against
the foot rail of the bed and frowning
thoughtfully. Talked about dropping
you into Lost river. did they? HIM!
Wen have to look into that little, !
guess. Who set them on, son? Got
any idea of that"
II have very good idca--a man
who came across In the Pullman with
me from Omaha: tall and rather slim
and with Ratchet face and owlish
eyes. didn't learn his name. but he
said he WIS Interested in mines and
tlmher"
"lhat was Hathaway himself" was
;hc instant decision. His company
has been cutting timber in the Lost
"ivrr reserve, and he probably thought
you were chasing him. You didn't
know lionoriat"
"No; wasn't cXpcCting-I-yOu may
remember that | had never met her."
Etnmmercd the young man. who had
risen to his elbow among the pillows.
The father walked away to the win
dow and stood looking ont upon the
distant mountains for Il full minute
before he turned to say gently: I'VE
may rs well run the boundary lines on
this one time as another, son. You
don't like iionOria. You've made up
your mind not TO like her. I'm not
going to make 1t hard for either OF
You II can help 1t. This is her home,
but 1t Is also yours, my boy. DO you
reckon you cOuld"-
Evan Blount made haste to stop the
half pathetic appeal.
Don't let that trouble YOU" he in
terposed. 'i-Alrs. Blount Is a very
different person from the woman |
have been imagining, and If she were
not ! think we are both sufficiently
civilized not to quarrel" Then: "Hnye |