The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1912-08-02
CHAPTER xv-(contInued).


have learned through centuries OF
weakness that fine art Of concealment
which man has never mastered. She
never let him see what she thought OF
him. Yet he was not without sus-
picion: II that suspicion grew to GER
tainty, would he control himself then?
At first he had sought to keep out
of her way. but she had compelled
him to come In. The room that was
kitchen and bed room and store Room
for him was cherries and somewhat
cold. Save at night or when he was
busy with other tasks outside they
lived togethed in the great room. It
was always warm. 1t was always
bright, it was always cheerful. there.
The little piles of manuscript she
had noted were books that he had
written. He made no effort to con-
ceal such things from her. He talked
frankly enough about his life in the
hills, indeed there was no POSSIBLE
fly of avoiding the discussion Of such
topics. On but two subjects was he
inexorably silent. One was the pres
ent state OF his affections and the
other was the why and wherefore Of
his lonely life. She knew beyond per-
adventure that he loved her. but she
had no faint suspicion even as to the
reason why he had become q recluse!
He had never given her the slightest
clew to his past save that admission
that he had known Kirkby which was
in itself nothing definitive and which
she never connected with that pack
age Of letters which she still kept
with her.
The mans mind was too active and
fertile to be satisfied with manual
labor alone, the books that he had
written were scientific treatises In the
main. One was a learned discussion
of the fauna and fora of the noun
tains. Another was an exhaustive &C
count Of the mineral resources and
geological formations of the range
suspicion of his discovery of gold and
silver in the mountains to escape him,
and the canons and crests alike would
be filled with eager prospectors. Still
a third work was a scientific analysis
Of the water powers in the canons.
He had willingly allowed her to
read them all. Much Of them she
found technical and, aside from the
fact that he had written them. unin-
teresting. But there was one book
remaining in which he simply dis
cussed the mountains In the various
seasons Of the year; when the SHOWS
covered them. when the grass and the
moss came again, when the flowers
bloomed. when autumn touched the
trees. There was the soul of the
man. poetry expressed In prose. man.
like but none the less poetry for that.
This book pored over. she questioned
him about It; they discussed it as they
discussed Keats and the other poets.
Those were happy evenings. She
on one side Of the fire sewing, her
finger wound with cloth to hold his
giant thimble. fashioning for herself
some winter garments out Of a gay
colored. red. white and black ancient
and exquisitely woven Navajo blank
ct. soft and pliable almost as an old
fashioned piece Of satin-priceless II
she had but known (which he put
at her disposal While on the other
side of the same homely blaze he
made for her out Of the skins of some
OF the animals that he had killed, q
shapeless foot covering. half mecca
sin and wholly leggin. which she
could wear over her shoes in her
short excursions around the plateau
and which would keep her feet warm
and comfortable.
BY her permission he smoked a he
worked. enjoying the hour. putting
aaide the past and the future and for
. few moments blissfully content