Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-19

is ready to be lost-and Hampden OF
the Yellow Pines laughs in glee, for ne
mas done this thing. Men there are
not in the country-and to go to Port
land means loss of time on the great
contract. Therefore Sandry sits with
his head in his hands, thus"
With swift art she bent her dark
head forward upon her palms, dropped
her slim shoulders, and instantly De-
For which the heart of S1etz sick
ems, for she is Sandry's woman"
There was silence for a space The
girl was an artist.
She would help him. Therefore
she comes to her friends, whose hearts
are large with friendship, though their
hands are soft with leisure. The ST.
letz need not work. VIII they give
the free gift of labor for the Night
Wind mani"
1t was a heart-speech, 1t was in jar
gon and it was successful, for with
the early dawn, blue-gray with mist
and sun-shot with crimson, Sandry,
who had not slept, standing with fur
rowed brows on the Office step, heard
sounds Of hoofs at the valleys head.
He looked and beheld a cavalcade of
horsemen, riding with ease on theiI
ragged ponies. and led by Siletz upon
Black Bolt, who still stepped proudly
after his day-and-nights journey,
while Coosnah rolled with swinging
ears at his side.
Here" said the girl az she rode up,
they will work for the big contract"
And she slid down with a little sigh
of WEAKNESS before Sandry could Of
fer his arms.
"Goshi" said Daily to himself In the
shadow of the Office, the Siwashes!"
"Mr. Sandry," he said to the owner
when the long tables were filed in
every place with the best of the~van-
ishing tribe that Siletz could pick.
I'm kickin' myself that l didn't think
of the Indians myself though Lord
knows If we can whip 'em in line, for
it would take the devil himself to
make a Siwash work"
out II ulu " LahO = nAa1CbtJs ~
took only the word of Kolawmie, who
had given a command which a quiet
half-breed who seemed the leader Of
the crew artlessly repeated to Sandry.
I'VE will work till the contracts
saved" he said; lin giving to you we
give to S'letz, who is your woman"
And Sandry, astounded beyond meas
ure, opened his mouth and closed 1t
without speech.
And it was work indeed for all. San
dry himself, as he had grimly threat
ened once, learned how" and tended
hook. Collins took Hastings place at
the reading donkey, selecting a slim,
brown boy as fireman, while the fore
man proved his worth a dozen times
over, by being everywhere at once,
by filing things down to the most
rigid system, by planning, executing,
finishing, with the hand and mind of
an artist.
man nature if Sandry had not felt a
thrill of triumph when he next ran
across HaInpden at Toledo.
The Yellow Pines owner grinned.
"Siwashes ?" he said insolently. Isl
washes!"
yes" famed the younger man, ISL
washes-but l have five million feet
of logs at the mouth Of nay slough!
I'll float my contract on time, Mr..
Har1pden-and then I'll look into the
little matter of my East Belt"
That day he got his first letter from
Poppy 0rdway. 1t was heavy and
satiny and it breathed an insidious
perfume.
Also it was brilliant with excitement
and limited at great things.
I'm certain Hampden's crooked"
she wrote; 1--WE found a man who
knows him-and he's in the commits.
sioner's Office. He's young and he's
susceptible and he thinks I'm one OF
the 'ring!' oh, but it's exciting. I
passed him a tip'-isnt that the way
you men would say it?-that l had a.
snap in view. but that / already had
q homestead in Arizona-and the
thing progresses. The mention of
Hampden and snap did for him-and
I'm all but v e the brink of a fraudu-
lent entry eve nowi He's offered
in my case, specially-to come down
on the price of my patent two hun
dred dollars-of course clandestinely;
I'm to say nothing about it to the
'ring!' Ye gods! I'm wild with the
luck. More later"
February was passing. The days of
htful sunlight were becoming more
frequent. The camp was humming
with business. Silent, bent on the
thing in hand, the Indians worked
without need of encouragement.
The slough was bank-full and its
surface was covered from dawn to
dark with a floor of logs slowly drift
ing OF every tide downward to the
backwater.
At the slough's mouth a huge cradle
was slowly forming in it's braces.