Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-23
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but don't just fancy your knowing
this Hampden man. He's-he's coarse
and bad. Miss ordway."
But isn't It worth little risk?
What big thing IL ever accomplished
without some risk? And think, Mr..
sapdry-isn't Hampden trying to ruin
the Dtllingworth company In other
words, to ruin your"
There was q tingling, suggestive tim.
bre in her low voice. . subtle, fatter-
ing tone that thrilled the young owner
strangely.
miss Ordway." he said admiring1y,
"as . mans friend you're simply
great"
II may have to make frequent de-
mands on Black Bolt" she said fur
ther, 'for l cannot navigate in your
deluged valleys. I'm . poor mariner .
"S-s-h.h!" warned Sandry, you don't
want to speak about this climate that
way. Why, haven't you noticed that
the Oregon mist doesn't wet through
They laughed together after the
fashion of youth and health. though at
the last turn Of words he felt vague
uneasiness. He remembered Siletz'
dark face between her braids and the
tears falling on her cheeks.
Poor little girl!" he said to him.
self. And on Thursday of that week
another horse made its appearance at
the camp, why, long.limbed bay,
picked up at Toledo.
This is for you, Miss Ordway," he
told the novelist, $50 you may come
and 60 at will. No one will have him
when you wish to ride. You can al.
ways put your hand on q mount 1t q
moments notice. Black Bolt is SO
frequently gone when you might need
him."
So It came about that the young
woman from the East went after
Hampden," and the sharp. crude man
Of the hills was to be no match for
her. BY another week she could not
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 1t the
point where she would have laid down
his world for her little finger, and In
his 1oose-hbered soul he swelled with
self-approvsl beneath her notice.
What delicate hattery she employed
only she herself knew. It was sun
cient ct least, for he unwound to: her
his somewhat eventful and picturesque
life with the simplicity Of = child.
They rode and talked. travsrsing the
lonely ways. piercing tho mist. thread.
ing trails wheFe lHampden had to ride
close ct 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.
"I1l get it'll get IT," she told her
self, and there was no place in the uni
verse 20 Interesting a. this rain.
soaked country. this land Of mysteri
GUS operations. "a
What are these little. deserted
huts?" she asked him one day when
they had climbed high on . wooded
ridge and como upon . tiny cabin, win
dowless and rooted with shakes. Tive
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 those hills about those