The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-30
The Young Commissioner Was Tn
easily Searching His Offices.

Fate smiled impishly and sent at that
suspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
the valley. 1t caught the papers on
the floor under the typewriter table,
6uttered them daringly, and with a
whistle and whoop bore them tum-
bling out across the swept boards of
the eating-room floor, to lodge against
the rocker of Mas little chair.
The girl in the doorway turned,
/ reaching out half-unwilling hand TO
save her rivals property. Not yet had
! Siletz learned a tenth of Sandrys
/ code, else she would have folded the
packet and laid it asid ;
Instead, with the freedom of camp
life and utter innocence, she began
to read, wonderingly at first, then, as
she saw Sandry's name, with hushed
breath and parted lips. When she had
finished the first part she paused and
stared out across the sloping lift OF
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat Puzzled, but half
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 %, 10
John H. Musseldorn-
The time of restitution has begun. As
you made the structure of my fathers
fortune but a Quilted and empty shell, so
you alone have the knowledge and the
cunning to fill it to its former substance,
unknown to the outside world. Wilton
Sandry is gone, but his pride remains
and it must be upborne- Here is the re-
mittance which | told you would some
day be forthcoming. Take 1t and obtain
the deed to the Meadowlands Farm which |
in my name as part Of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face /
to get lt-get it. This is threat. Re-
member that those PROOFS, which you and |
safe in my possession
From time to time you will be called /
upon to manage the buying back OF ev-
cry piece OF property. every horse on the
breeding farms, every stock and bond 1
that you. under the power-of-attorney /
which an honorable and trusting old man /
invested in you when he could no longer 4
be about, sold-for your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat 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 infam-
rusty legitimate deals which made Will
D
viii | have no mercy on YOU. You know
what 1 know. and shake in your shoes
because of it. So far so good. / shall eX-
1ect the deed to the Meadowlands Farms .
rs speedily as it can be arranged.
WALTER SANDRY.
Trembling with premoniticn of dis
.ster to Sandry, Siletz sat holding
he strange documents. A great anger
began to well in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons of
Ter slue shirt and dropped the folded
Jacket inside its blouse. IL
On the Siletz road Sandry and Miss
)rdway were strolling back. They /
topped a moment at the forked stick.
nd Poppy Ordway dropped Sandry's
etter, re-sealed, into the sack before
o do and it set her blood leaping for
oy in her own GOODNESS. When they
cached the camp she went directly
D her room.
1t was a long time before she came
ut again. and Sandry had gone. When
he did she stood in the doorway and
,oked at Siletz, white and filed with
towering anger, and Siletz. looked
ack as white. They were women,
ure and simple, and they matched in
lat moment their wit and their
-rength. Miss Ordway knew by that
,ok that Siletz had those papers
lore. that she knew their contents
ut she dared not say a word. Il the l.