The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-02

way. Why, haven't you noticed tina
the Oregon mist doesn't wet through
They laughed together after tn
fashion of youth and health, though a
the last turn of words he felt vagu
uneasiness. He remembered Siletz
dark face between her braids and tn
tears falling on her cheeks.
Poor little grill" he said to him
| self. And on Thursday OF that weel
| another horse made its appearance a
the camp, wiry, long-limbed bay
picked UP at Toledo.
This is for you, Miss Ordway," h.
told the novelist, 80 you may com,
and go at will. No one will have hin
when you wish to ride. You can al
ways put your hand on mount at {
moments notice. Black Bolt is 81
frequently gone when you might nees
him"
So 1t came about that the young
woman from the East went aftel
Hampden," and the sharp, crude mar
OF the hills was to be no match fol
her. By another week she could moi
fare forth upon the road to the Siletz
ride into Toledo, where she was q
matter of wonder In her beauty and
her smart clothes, or take the least
canter on the rangy bay but what
Hampden met her-by the merest
chance. She was revelation to him.
In his crude way he was soon at the
point where he would have laid down
his world for her little finger, and In
his loose-fibered soul he swelled with
self-approval beneath her notice.
What delicate nattery she employed
only she herself knew. It was SUM-
cicnt at least, for he unwound to her
his somewhat eventful and picturesque
life with the simplicity of child.
They rode and talked, traversing the
lonely ways, piercing the mist, thread
ing trails where Hampden had to ride
close at her side to keep the wet foil
age out of her face, and she saw the
passion growing in him to the point
of idolatry-which filed her soul with
rioting laughter.
I'll get it'll get it," she told her
self, and there was no place in the uni
verse SO interesting as this rain
soaked country, this land of mysteri-
GUS operations
What are these little, deserted
huts?" she asked him one day when
they had climbed high on a wooded
ridge and come upon tiny cabin, win
dowless and rooted with shakes. 1--WE
seen several of them"
"Homesteader's cabin" he answered
"Ah-and where's the homestead?
For goodness sake, did any man ever
intend woman to live here?"
It was staggering question to the
lumberman, who knew more than any
other man in these hills about those
deserted shacks. He had been palms,
correct in all his dealing with
her. 1t was something he did not un-,
1erstand, some blind instinct of his,
better self serving his one great pas-l
sion.
WELL he said reluctantly, you seei
that is,-no. They don't often come
here to live. This here's snap"
"Ah-yes was note of
7ague puzzlement in Poppy's golden;
what is that?"
why, a Teller comes up an takes
/ claim-proves up on it, you know;
,ets his patent-an' then sells out;
aelinquishes his right to the buyer!
"Oh-and this is only a temporary
She waved hand
round at the dreary clearing among
he lesser growth The man who
uilt this didn't intend to stay at the
eginning. And who was smart enough;
nough to buy him off when ne got
lred of staying, 1 wonder?'
Il did, said Hampden promptly,
ushing at the imputation of brains.
Easy" said Miss Ordway to her
elf. Aloud she said wonderingly:
We'll, what do you know about; |
hat! / fancy you made pretty pile. |
r Without of such deal, Mr.. Hamp-, |
en-? Just think of the perfect oceans
nd oceans of pretty clothes even a
Oxen of these great trees would buyl
ardon-I think in clothes because
we them"
The Difference of that pardon" did
'r Hampden-and the subtle lmplica-
on pushed the advantage.
His face was flushed and he sat
.raight on his horse, his khaki-and-
Iue-fannel clad figure making not
ngraceful picture against the back
round of vivid green. He whipped at
Is laced boots, wet from the ferns,
nd presently spoke out of full heart,
Yes he said carelessly, ut does take
rains. A man has got to think to,
lake money--an' it takes money to-
ny the things of this life-pretty
lothes, a woman's clothes, Miss Ord
ray
He suddenly leaned over and laid
is rough hand over hers on the POM
lei.
Every tree would buy a dozen
-unks full-an' l own millions of
'ees.'
Her heart was pounding and the
parkie was dancing in her eyes.
Millions? Why, that must cover
great deal Of land! Millions of
'ees?"
"Yes-billions," promised Hampden