Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-12-03
OF DODl MEAD AND COTN9ANF

Presently there came a sounu, a
rhythmic sound, at first far of, h e
coming nearer, the rolling thunder Of
a big horse in full flight, and up from
the lower rollway came Black Bolt
cleaning. dark, splendid. AS If she
were a part OF him, Siletz rode, sway
ing with her loose motion that always
suggested the very drunkenness oil
speed. In her arm she held a great
bunch of wild bleeding-hearts, their
brilliant crimson splashing gorgeously
along her olive throat, where the blue
shirt lay open a bit.
With a slight pressure OF knee and
heel the girl sent the great black horse
directly at the steps of the porch. AS
he came on Miss Ordway spraiag up
with a little scream, o~verturn1ng mel
chair. But Sandry sat unflinching on
the lowest step, smiling. Within three
feet OF him Black Bolt lowered his
head, set his feet and came to a splen.
did stop.
Siletz leaned forward and dropped
her burden in Sandry's lap, showerine
him with the blood of the bleeding
hearts. She did not look at him. Then
they trotted away around the corner
to the shed and Sandry's lips tight
ened pitifully as he gathered up each
smallest spray of the woods-treasures
Where she stood back against the
wall, one hand at her pulsing throat
Miss Ordway saw that tightening OF
the lips, the droop that came into the
mans whole face, and her eyes mar
rowed and hardened like a cats.
That night she came to him in the
eating room.
Walter" she said, I'm stuck in
the middle of a chapter. VIII you go
over a few pages with me and give me
the benefit OF a mans Ideas?"
He smiled.
I'm AFRAID mine Will not be of much
account, put such as they are you are
welcome to them"
They win answer said Miss Ord
way, "a cannot write from her.
self for men-she must write from
4 to man. iii bring my manuscript
out here
And turning, she went from him to
the sanctuary OF the little south room
When she returned she carried a hand
full of closely typewriter pages.
They drew up one of the pine
benches, spread out the manuscript be-
tween the catchup bottles and sat down
together.
Instantly with the touch of the shift
ing sheets in her fingers Miss Ordway
seemed to drift away from the per-
sonal. She became detached, absorbed,
swallowed up in the thral of work
and Sandry had a feeling of what such
a work must mean to one.
Nov see," she said, half excitedly,
here is the point about which l am
a trifle in doubt. But l will have to
sketch the situation for you so you
can get a grip on it."
She turned toward him, spreading
out fiat IN the paper one exquisite
hand. Among her other hidden vani-
ties, Poppy Ordway cherished an inor-
dinate pride in these hands of hers
and she knew their value and their po-
tency to the last atom.
With an unconscious appreciation
Sandry now looked down at it where
it spread across the page. Uncon-
sciously, too, his mind caught a shad-
owy comparison-the memory of the
olive-colored, slim hands of the girl
Siletz. But she was speaking and he
looked again.
Nov suppose my hero is confront
ed with a man-his friend, it hap
pens-who, in the plausible and un-
Improbable methods of modern bust
ness, has calmly become possessed of
my hero's wealth. There is no pos