Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-26
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sumed.
With . splendid tact Miss Ordway
kept away from him, presenting ct
such times a. they CHANGED to meet
serene poise that was a. charming
as her abandon had been that night
by the rollway. On the other hand.
Siletz watched him with troubled eyes.
There was that in features and voice
that frightened her, as loving woman
is ever frightened when trouble rides
the shoulder Of the beloved.
Therefore one night soon after San
drys talk with Miss Ordway. Siletz
followed him as he went to the Office
after supper. 1t was black night,
and Sandry was not aware Of her pres
ence until q touch fell on his shout
der almost as light and soft IS that
of the mist upon his.face.
''Sandry," said Siletz.
He turned swiftly and all the vex-
atious ache of his heart seemed to cul-
inmate suddenly in q desire to take
her in his arms.
'Yes?" he said, yielding to the in
f1uence of the misty darkness and the
nearness of this girl who typified the
wild so alluringly, "the Night Wind
breathes upon my heart. Why is it,
Little Sletz?"
''Why-why," stammered Siletz, II
hardly know. Yet-there is some
thing"
She fell silent moment, standing
beside him.
THE winds of God are heavy on my
soul, Sandry," she said at last, ear
nestly, "and they tell me that you
are sad. What can ! do-oh. what can
1 do to helpY
There was in her voice the simple
cry OF sympathy SO intense that it
was anguish, and Sandry's lips tight
ened in the darkness.
For heady moment he could scarce
resist the bidding Of the lawless thrill
that she was ever capable of sending
through him, to take her into his arms
as he mad done that day when she
beheld the sea. But tardy thought
of Miss Ordway shut his hands upon
themselves and steadied his voice.
He put his hands upon ner shoul-
ders and turned her round.
Go back to Ma Daily, child he
said, but his voice had fallen to
whisper, whisper that was caress,
laden as heavily with wistful sadness
as whisper might be, "and don't fret.
/ am all right"
Without word, obedient to him as
the primal woman ever is to man,
Siletz went away in the night toward
the cook-shack.
AS she passed up the path she al
most brushed the garments Of Poppy
Ordway, standing in rigid silence, her
hands shut in the folds of her gown,
her rose lips ashen, her eyes strained
wide.
Fool! Fooll Fool!" the woman
was thinking in q rage Of passion.
why didn't suspect? She is some
thing to him-she has her charm.
There 10 danger In her to mech,
Sandry, you stupid, simple heart!"
For Poppy Ordway had heard the ca
ress Of that lowered voice. The new
passion in her took fright, and furi-
GUS, choking rage sent the blood hot
upon her heart.
The next morning he found upon his
window.ledge handful of fern and a
spray Of tiny, yellow, waxlike flowers
that were beginning to show where
the little streams tore down the noun
tains, lining their rocky beds. He
took them in and put them away in q
drawer among his papers, silent voice
Of q sympathy that was as delicate as
It was strong.
That morning when Poppy Ordway
encountered Siletz the bright smile
she gave her covered q sudden hatred
that had sprung, full grown. from .
mans low whisper; and the bad times
that followed for the girl had their
inception then.
(To Be Continued.)