Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-12-03

0onn n. Nt uppcIuOrn, at a t0wn ia NOV
Jersey. There was none to observe
her on the sunny Siletz road behind
The low growth of spruce. and when
she strolled down the little meadow
again toward the cook-shack, that par
ticular letter lay safe inside the bosom
of her dress.
She wen straight to.the south room.
entered and closed the door. Her
hands trembled violently, but there
was no conjunction for what she was
about to do in her heart. She was
pretty well armed with knowledge that
would give her a hold on Sandry, in
case she was forced to use it, but
here, she believed, would be proof pos
tive, the actual written word that she
might hold before his eyes in some
hard event of the future.
With strong excitement she slit the
envelope, drew out the sheet and be-
gan to read. Faster and faster came
her hot breath, redder and redder
grew her cheeks, while triumph spar
killed. in her eyes. She moved slightly
on her slippered feet, a little motion
of satisfaction that set her garments
whispering-as when the tiger, scent
ing its prey, squirms before the leap.
With eager haste she sat down at
her typewriter and began to write.
When she had finished an hour later,
after long intervals of study, there lay
under her hand a very creditab1e brief
of the famous Whitby Casa verba.
tim copy of President Whitby's last
letter, a concise history of Walter San
dry's life since college, the notes in
the red o book, plainly speci-
fed as his delirious words, and a copy
of this letter to Musseldorn. Taken
together, they made a chain of deduc-
tons so plain and simple as to be
condemning evidence.
At that moment Sandry himself.
stepping near the south window, called
her to come out and see the Siletz
squaws with their pyramids of bas-
kets going down to Toledo. At his
voice she laid a jealous hand over the
papers, hurriedly pushed them back
for safety, and rose. But Fate, that
had been waiting, gave overimpetus to
the cautious motion and showed them
a little too far back, so that they hung
in the small space between the type
writer stand and the wall-hung ten
tatively until the wind from the clos
ing door, which, as if it, too, were in
conspiracy, did not latch, caught them
and pulled them down to the clean,
rag-carpeted floor.
Come, Sletz," called Sandry as they
started for the road to intercept the
b~asket-bearers, but Siletz, sitting in
the west door with her chin in her
cupped palms, shook her head.
The heat was intense for the coast
country, dry and brilliant, and the
hills were blue as turquoise. She
watched Sandry and Miss Ordway for
a long time as they picked among the
treasures from the Lide-lands, and pres
emily they fell in with the small, brown
women and all disappeared around the
bend in the Siletz road.
The aching fury began to rise In her
at thought of those two, alone, leav-
ing the women, idling back together.
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a way, and sit neutrality-suspicious.
here the sadness fell upon her that
said she was unworthy.
Had he not kissed her, and was she
not his woman? His eyes were true,
and they had spoken things that babe
her be calm. Not yet had she learned
the lesson of his greatness that kept
him always SO quiet and sane. even
in trouble.
There came a step beside her, a soft
step padding on the worn, bare floor,
and Coosnah came from the east
porch, painting with the heat. He
leaned against the jamb of the door
to the little south room, scratching
luxuriously, and promptly jumped as
the door swung swiftly inward. Again
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