Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-24
T1MEsREPuBIcAN MARsHALLrowNI NOVEMBER a. 1918

self. palms outward-against the IN.
sistent thunder Of the sea. They
mounted the lifting rise Of the clifIs,
and stood at the edge of Q thin fringe
Of stunted frs where Sandry tied the
horses. Siletz had slipped down at
once, and he noticed that she was
trembling in every limb.
She plunged ahead strongly and
Sandry followed. his eyes on her face
lest he lose one expression, ono small
scene of the unfolding of this flower.
soul. Without warning. it burst upon
her around hummock-the great,
heaving ocean under . dull sky-and
It was gray as her own mist indeed,
wide and mysterious and forever NOV.
ing in its place, fringed with the roll.
ing surf that broke white upon it,
sands hundred feet below.
Gray" she cried shrilly, II knew It.!
A floor under the feet Of Cod"
To the left steep path, cut by steps
in the sandy earth. led it, perilous
way down to the beach. Turning
swiftly she dropped into It between
its walls and began leaping down.
"Sletz!" cried Sandry sharply, "be
CAREFUL"
Even as he spoke she lost her footing
and went headlong down the cliff, rolf
ing over and over in the sliding sand,
to bring up fifteen feet below where
the path turned sidewise on little
shelf. Without heed she gathered her
self, threw back her braids and rushed
on, leaping downward like deer. s
When Sandry reached her she was
ankle deep in the surf, gazing with all
her starved nature in her eyes, that
yet shone with a martial fire. Then,
suddenly. through some rent in the
sodden sky, beam OF light shot
through the mist, transferring it. It
was midday and not the time for the
reds and puppies Of the sunset. but for
some reason beyond the minds of men,
the blue-gray mist caught up the light
and turned it into a wondrous bar Of
crimson. edged with fairy gold, and it
lay out across the waters, a path to all
the world.
Sandry saw the look Of 1ntoxication
creep into her eyes, the drunkenness
OF emotion that dulled them drowsily.
Lines drew in her oval cheeks and
slowly her face broke into look OF
anguish She put up an arm ana COW
cred it. turning toward the beach
Sandry caught her in mis- arms and
held her, weeping hard, against mis-
breast.
II cannot bear it," cried Siletz from
this shelter, "oh, hurt! hurt!''
"S'h! S'h!" whispered Sandry husk.
lily, 1T is too great-too creator
the Night Wind to behold"
The ride home was silent with San
dry in the lead, mis- spirit still stirred
and shaken by what he mad beheld
They did not speak again until the
camp lay before them at the pig bend
"S'letz," said Sandry then, BLACK
Bolt is yours. None other shall ever
ride MIN again"
She said nothing. but her fingers
frightened in the gallant crest tossing
before her.
When they rode up across the small
bridge that SPAWNED the slough below
the foot-log the foreman was standing
beside the nammer-block. He reached
up huge, bare arms and swung the
girl tightly, down, sending a glance
across her shoulder that arrested the
owners attention instantly.
Mr.. Sandry.' he said simply.
'Hampden's got 10 There hain't .
Jack in the camp but Collins. He's
bought the mill at Toledo an offered
q two-dollar-a-day raise to every tim
berjack an riverhog in the county.
Even Harris Daily's big voice deep
ened with bitterness. that We was
payin' seven dollars day-an' he was
worth it. for there hain't fller like
him this side O. .Frisco-has gone
TOR nine! Hampden come to the very
gate up there on the road an gath
cred 'em out fer a talk-an' they come
back an packed ike sheep! Damn
their hides! He had contracts fer
two years at them wages-an' they
signed like fools--scrambled fer the
An some Of ems ben fight
In him couple O. years! He had
wagons waitin' in string at the bend
o. the road-ready to move EN- that
had cabins! Burson an Click an