The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-09-05
CHAPTER Xxx.
The cnnvernino Trails.

Whatever the feeling of the others,
Armstrong found himself unable to
sleep that night. 1t seemed to him
that fate was about to play him the
meanest and most fantastic of tricks.
Many times before in his crowded life
he had loved other women, or so he
characterized his feelings, but his pas
sion for Louise Rosser Newbold had
been in a class by itself until he had
met Enid Maitland. Between the two
there had been many women, but these
two were the high points, the rest was
lowland.
Once before. therefore, this Newbold
had cut in ahead Of him and had won
the woman he loved. Armstrong had
cherished a hard grudge against him
for a long time. He had not been OF
those who had formed the rescue
party led by old Kirkby and Maitland
which had buried the poor woman on
the great butte in the deep canon.
Before he got back to the camp the
whole affair was over and Newbold
had departed. Luckily for him, Arm
strong had always thought. for he
had been so mad with grief and rage
and jealousy that If he had come
across him, helpless or not, he would
have killed him out of hand.
Armstrong had soon enough forgot
ten Louise Rosser, but he had not
forgotten Newbold. All his ancient an
imosity had famed into instant life
again, at the sight Of his name last
night. The inveteracy of his hatred had
been in no way abated by the lapse
Of time, it seemed.
Everybody in the mining camp had
supposed that Newbold had wandered
OF and persisted in the mountains, else
Armstrong might have pursued him
and hunted him down. The sight of
outward and visible evidence that he
still lived. 1t had almost he shock
of a resurrection, and q resurrection
to hatred rather than to love. If
Newbold had been alone in the world,
If Armstrong had CHANGED upon him in
the solitude, he would have hated him
just as he did, but when he thought
that his ancient enemy was with the
woman he now loved, with a growing
intensity beside which his former re-
sentiment seemed weak and feeble he
hated him yet the more.
He could not tell when the notice,
which he had examined carefully, was
written; there was no date upon it,
but he could come to only one conclu-
sion. Newbold must have found Enid
Maitland alone in the mountains very
shortly after her departure, and he
had her with him in his cabin alone
for at least a month. Armstrong
gritted his teeth at the thought. He
did not undervalue the personality of
see him, but he had heard enough
about him to understand his quail
ties as a man. The tie that bound
Armstrong to Enid Maitland was
strong one, but the tie by which he
held her to him, if indeed he held her
at all, was very tenuous and easily
broken perhaps it was broken al
ready, and SO he hated him still more
and more.
Indeed, his animosity was so great
and growing that for the moment he
took no Joy in the assurance of the
girls safety; yet he was not altogether
an unfair man, and in calmer moments
he thanked God~in his own rough way
that the woman he loved was alive and
well, or had been when the note was
written. He rejoiced chat she had not
been swept away with the food or that
she had not been lost in the mountains
and forced to wander on finally to
starve and freeze and die. In one mo-
ment her nearness caused his heart to
throb with joyful anticipation. The
certainty that at the first flush Of day
he should seek her again sent the
warm blood to his cheeks. But those
thoughts would be succeeded by the
knowledge that she was with his en-
envy Was this man to rob him Of the
Iafes' love as he had robbed him of
The first? Fee laps the hardest task