Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-12-03

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finished the first part she paused ano
stared out across the sloping lift d
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat. Puzzled, but hall
comprehending, yet filed with a name
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandry's
letter.
Daily's Camp, Toledo. July 20. 49,
John H. Musseldorn-
The time of restitution has begun. AS
YOU made the structure of my fathers
fortune but a Quilted and empty shell, sc
YOU alone ave the knowledge and the
cunning to fill 1t to its former substance
Unknown to the outside world. Wiltor
Sandry is gone, but his pride remains
and it must be upborne. Here is the re.
mittance which l told you would some
day be forthcoming. Take 1t and obtain
the deed to the Meadowlands Farm which
you sold, squandering the money. Put II
In my name as part of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face
to get 1t-get 1t. This is a threat. Re-
member hat those proofs. which you and
your accomplish thought destroyed, are
safe in my possession.
HFrom time to time you will be called
upon to manage the buying back of ev.
cry piece of property, every horse on the
breeding rldIIlSs every SlOCh anu DOlO
that you. under the power-of-attorney
which an honorable and trusting old mar
invested In you when he could no longer
be about, old-for your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat I kept
my father in ignorance of his ruin until
his death.
AS had no mercy on James B. Whit.
by for his share with you in the imam.
cusly legitimate deals which made Will
ton Sandry an unconscious auper, sc
will I have no mercy on you. You know
xuhaf 7 knnVy and EhaEa in xrnfIr dhonc
because of it. So far so good. I shall ex.
poet the deed to the M~eadowlands Farms
as speedily as 1t can be arranged
WALTER SANDRY.
Trembling with premonition of dis,
aster to Sandry, Siletz sat holding
the strange documents. A great anger
began to well in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons of
her blue shirt and dropped the folded
packet inside it's blouse.
On the Siletz road Sandry and Miss
Ordway were strolling back. They
stopped a moment at the forked stick,
and Poppy ordway dropped Sandry's
letter, re-sealed, into the sack before
his very eyes. 1t was a daring thing
to do and it set her blood 1eaping for
Joy in her own GOODNESS. When they
reached the camp she went directly
to her room.
It was a long time before she came
out again, and Sandry had gone. When
she did she stood in the doorway and
looked at Siletz, white and filled with
a towering anger, and Siletz. looked
back as white. They were women,
pure and simple, and they matched in
that moment their wit and their
strength. Miss Ordway knew by that
look that Siletz had those papers
more, that she knew their contents
but she dared not say a word. If the
girl should show them to Sandry,
should destroy them She was al.
most on the point Of finging herself
upon the slim. dark creature, risen
along the doorpost, and fighting for
possession of her property. But there
was something sickening in the steady
CLINT of those dark eyes, in the half.
wild crouch of the slender body, and
she only stood and held to the Intel,
consumed with a wrath that could
have killed,
But the wrath of SiIetz was worse
1T would have killed, forgetful of the
Preacher, whose word had been her
simple law of life, forgetful of Sandry,
who had become her pattern in his
sanity and judgment.
With an effort the woman moistened
her lips.
"Did-did you fnd-a bunch of-let-
ters?" she asked between her gripping
teeth.
And Siletz, for the first time in her
life, choked down her literal fear of
damnation and lied.
Lord, forgive me-" she whispered
first, and then, mo"
CHAPTER XIV.
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