The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-18

data What does this Hampden mean
and what sort of a tract is this strip
| see no mention made of it."
"No-that strip was part of the East
Belt The company bought it four
year ago from a busted Spectator,
who sold 'em first the north stumpage
an then this at sacrifice price
That's why Hampden's always ben SO
sore over it. He wanted it himself
Stafford, the SPECTATORS name was.
A smooth man from the East There
was some hitch about titles-specially
about this mere strip, an the deal hung
fire for some time an Hampden danced
war dance, he was so blame anxious
to knock it, but old Frazer beat him
to 1T an won out. Finally it was
settled an the strip come under the
East Belt deed"
''Oh / see!" said Sandry, shifting a
sheaf of papers Here it is. Well,
that's relief. And now for this Mis-.
ter Hampden."
But Hampden was for himself and
with q vengeance.
- dI CfOuln6 Oduuiy nCI oHObH
across the little meadow back of the
camp, where he had gone for the mail
sack, left swinging on the forked stick
set up beside the county road. 1t had
been very wet day, with heavier
showers than usual, and the wells OF
fog chung low along the hills. The
little drops OF mist were thick on her
flannel shirt and on the two braids
which hung down across her breast,
round and girlish under the clinging
wooden garment. AS she came up to
him he noticed the look of her eyes,
and knew that something mad stirred
the emotions beneath that quiet ex-
terror
Been up on the ridge?" he asked
vexed that it should take slight eff
fort to keep his voice to the common
place This girl in ner natural setting
always took him out OF the everyday,
affected him like play with lowered
lights, soft music and alien scenes.
Yes" she said dreamily, falling in
to the whimsical speech that only es-
capped ner when she stood apart on the
Mills, or listened to the pines, 1T came
tonight"
IT."
Sandry mad gone little way to meet
her and the camp was shut from sight
by a ciump OF spruce, new growth and
low-branched.
-'Yes-the light oh, the great lights
sun breaks through just at the last.
And | know the ocean is under it
blue ana purple, too, like the hills.
Bone day III see it.
you picture these things, don't
your" ne said. the things YOU nave
never seen-tne sea and the cities and
the outside world?"
"Yes-l know them all-my way.
Sometimes 1 don't think 1 want to see
them in their way-the real way They
might not be so beautiful. The Preach
er says the glories of the world are
lure of the Devil But 1 don't think so.
1t don't seem as if God would make
things beautiful and let the DevlI nave
them to ruin people witn-and Cod
made all things And we are his best
things"
you believe that?" asked Sandry,
with an odd note in his voice.
Believe it," said the girl wonder
ingly. "Of course. Don't you?"
"Well-it's been long while since
I've believed anything"
The girl was near to him now, the
dreamy look of her eyes dissipated In
amazement
You're lost" she said simply. THE
Preacher would say so-even Wahloo-
wan would say so, and old Kolawmie!"
ahloowah-Kolawmie? Who are
they?"
THE Indian woman you saw me
talking to in the glade and an old, old
man of the SiletZ. He who believes
nothing will be punished by the Great
Spirit-even as the preacher says in
his way. And the Bible"
That sudden mist in her eyes
touched Sandry.
"And so you would have me believe,
little Sqetz?" he asked gently. The
mist had thickened under the heavy
lasnes, and look of distress was on
her face where every emotion barred
itself in unguarded innocence to the
observer.
ooh, dear heavenl" she breathed,
"yes-oh, yes, you must! Why you
would-you would" out she could get
no further with the appalling thought.
And your" probed Sandry curious
ly. Have you visions of the souls re-
ward and punishment? Are you bound
for celestial peace?'
YES" she said solemnly, Il must |
save my soul. though | lose the whole
world"
/ The majestic Bible language cast |
over the man feeling OF smallness
and he dropped his eyes.
'All right, S letz," he said, smooth
ing the braid in his fingers, I'll be-
lieve anything you say-set me up |
totem pole or attend Sunday school at
Toledo. Only forget 1t. By George, |
what head of hair! If 1 were WON
an I'd give thousand dollars for it"