Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-10-23

dress. Her dainty tent, with its stools
! and rugs. made the wilderness seem
but park. She reminded Norcross OF
the. troops OF tourists of the Tyrol. and
her tent was of a kind to harmonIze
with the tea houses on the path to the
summit of the Matterhorn. Then, too.
something trimphantly feminine shone
In her bright eyes and glowed In her
softly rounded cheeks. Her hand was
little and pointed, not fitted like Ber-
ries for tightening cinch or welding
an ak. and as he said "Goodby" he
added, II hope | shall see you again
soon." and at the moment he meant it.
well return to the Springs in few
days." she replied. Come and see u.s.
Our bungalow is on the other side of
the river. And you toO," she addressed
Berrie, but her tone was so convention
ally polite that the ranch girl. burning
with jealous heat, made no reply.
McFarlane led the way to the lake
rapidly and in silence. The splendors
of the foliage, subdued by the rains;
the grandeur Of the peaks, the song of
the glorious stream, all were lost on
Berrie, for she now felt herself to be
nothing but big, clumsy, coarse hand
ed tomboy. Her worn gloves, her fad
ed skirt and her mans shoes had been
made hateful to her by that SNUG,
graceful, play acting tourist with the
cool, keen eyes and smirking lips. "She
pretends to be kitten, but she isn't.
She's a sly grownup cat" she bitterly
accused, but she could not deny the
charm Of her personality.
Wayland was forced to acknowledge
that Berrie in this dark mood was not
the delightful companion she had hith-
erto been. Something sweet and con-
fdlng had gone out of their relation
ship, and he was too keen witted not
to know what it was. He estimated
precisely the value of the malicious
parting words of Siona Moore.
That Berrie was suffering and that
her jealousy touchngly proved the
depth of her love for him brought no
elatlon, only perplexity. He was not
seeking such devotion. AS compan-
ion on the trail she had been Joy; as
a Jealous sweetheart she was less ad-
mirable. He realized perfectly that
this return journey was of her ar
rangement, not McFarlane's, and, while
| he was not resentful of her care, he
wash doubt of the outcome. 1t hur-
ried him into further intimacy which
might prove embarrassing,
at the camp by the lake the super
visor became sharply commanding.
Now, let's throw these packs on live
ly. 1t will be slippery on the high
trail, and you'll just naturally have to
hit leather hard and keep jouncing If
you reach the wagon road before dark.
But you'll make It,"
"Make it!' said Berrie. "Of course
we'll make 1t. Don't you worry about
that for minute. Once get out of
the green timber the dark won't worry
me. Wen push right through"
In packing the camp stuff on the
saddles Berrle, almost as swift and
powerful as her father, acted with per.
feet understanding of every task, and
Wayland's admiration of her skill In.
creased nightly.
She insisted on her fathers turning
back. "We don't need you" she said
81 can find the pass"
McFarlane's faith in his daughter
had been tested many times, and yet
he was little loath to have her start
off on a trail new to her. He argued
against 1t briefly, but she laughed at
his fears. 81 can go anywhere you
can" she said. "Stand clear" With
final admonition he stood clear.
"Goodbyr' he called. "If you meet
Nash hurry him along. Moore is anx- 4
lous to run those lines. Keep in touch
with Landon, and If anybody turns up
from the district Office say I'll be back
on Friday. Good luckr'
Same to you. So longw
Berea led the way, and Norcross fell
in behind the pack horses, feeling as
unimportant as q small boy at the
heels of circus parade. His girl cap
tain was so competent, so self reliant
and so sure that nothing he could say
or do assisted in the slightest degree.
Her leadership was curiously close
reproduction Of her fathers unhurried
and graceful action. Her seat in the
saddle was as easy as Landon's, and
her eyes were alert to every rock and
stream in the road. She was at home
here, where the other girl would have
been bewildered child, and his words
Of praise lifted the shadow from her
face.
Wayland called out, "The air feels
like Thanksgiving morning, doesn't it?"
at is Thanksgiving for me, and Pm
going to get a grouse for dinner" she
replied, and In less than an hour the
snap OF her rifle made good her prom.
lse.
After. leaving the upper lake she
turned to the right and followed the
course OF swift and splendid stream
which came churning through cheer
less, messy swamp of spruce trees. In
experienced as he was. Wayland knew
that this was not well marked trail,
but his confidence in his guide was
too great to permit of any worry over
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