The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1913-11-22

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.asaS Nh that affair."" Hawthorne
aaaaa grlmbled
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Asysy s# ssnvge some wood,'' he said
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81 p~ '~~" ~@g moccasins and be comfort
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t1S- The door slammed be-
Behind him chnrned heavily hind him. For long min
s,eu anu pelore ute there silence. The
- ~ ~ 'e man continued in the same
Illustrated 0' f. H. s0noon0'er position the bed The
woman sat on the grub-box facing him.
| "What are you going to do?'' she asked abruptly.
Messner looked at her with lazy indecsiOn. "What
do you think ought to do? Nothing scenic, hope
You see I'm stiff and trailsore and this bunk is
restful."
She gnawed her lower lip and fumed dumbly.
/ "But-" she began vehemently, then clenched her
| hands and stopped.
| IT hope you don't want me to kill Mr.-er-Hay-
thorne,' he said gently, almost pleadingly.
| "But you must do something!'' she cried
"On the contrary, it is quite conceivable that do
not have to do anything"
| i"You would stay here's"
| He nodded.
She glanced desperately around the cabin and at
the bed unrolled on the other bunk. "Night is COM
ing You can't stop here You can't! tell you
you simply can't!"
| "Of course can. I might remind you that I
found the cabin first and that you are my guests"
Again her eyes travelled around the room, and the
terror in them leaped up at sight of the other bunk
'Then we II have to &C" she announced decisivey.
Impossible. You have dry, hacking cough-the
sort Mr.. Haythorne aptly described. You've al
ready slightly chilled your lungs Besides, he is
physician and knows. He would never permit it. =
"Then what are you going to dog she demanded
again.
There was fumbling at the latch then the door
swung in and Haythorne entered with armful of
firewood At the first warning, Theresa began cas-
| ualy to clear away the dishes Haythorne went out
| again after more wood.
sWhy didn't you introduce us9" Messner queried.
"I'l tell him, she replied with toss of her head.
Don't think I'm afraid
| thing
ssAnd I'm not afraid of confession, either" she
| said, with softening face and voice "And I'm not
/ afraid to ask you to forgive me-
s'There is nothing to forgive, Theresa / really
should thank you. True, at first / suffered, and
theii with all the gracousness of spring it dawned
upon me that was happy, very happy"
She came to his side, resting her hand on his
arm. ssYou don't want me, John2'' Her voice was
soft and caressing her hand rested lightly as lure
eff told you had made mistaken If told you
that was very unhappy Sand am. And did
make mistake
Fear began to grow on Messner. He felt himself
whiting under the lightly laid hand The situation
was slipping away from him, all his beautiful calm