Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-12-01
REPUBLICAN, MARsHAILTowN. IOWA: DECEMBER

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when I want sure. sour' said the gen
eral gr1mly.
For, though the notes on tho page
were so few and 90 meaningless to IN
outsider It was plain that they had
fallen uhiler the ono pair OF eyer
whose owner they most vitality con
cerned. 575s
This was what Walter sandry read:
Tuesday night: Ruined! Ruined! Help.
less, and ne does not know!
Wednesday: Scoundrels all-James b
whitby- Musseldorn-Copper and Zinc
Consolidated. Ledtimate! Ny God, It's
done legitimately! Within the law! May
such law be damned. James B. Whitby-
am the law this night. ..
Thursday: Dad. old chap!
When he had finished, his weak
hands trembled on the sheet and there
was the look OF cornered animal in
the bright. blue eyes that sought the
old woman's pleadingly.
Ma" said Sandry hoarsely. take II
back and put 1t where Miss Ordway
will casually find 1t, and don't say
saw it,
Without a word. Ma Daily picked ~
her bowl, put the little red book in her
pocket and took Siletx away to the
noon work, leaving the man for the
first time alone. OF wide and cum
ming knowledge was this old handler
of men. She knew that he would
think best In solitude.
5e Mother said Siletz as they passed
up the path. ''she never dropped that
Course not. I lied an stole both,
but it's. worth while. There's some.
thin threatenin' Sandry. an though
he's pretty weak to be worried. it's
pest he should KNOW
And in the meantime Poppy Ordway
was talking to Hampden on the Siletz
road. The man was passionate force.
full, little worried by her long aD.
sence from their rides. and ne used
every persuasion at his command to
win her from the Daily camp
"What for do you want to stay
tnere:" he begged.
Don't you know am writing lum-
Der story?"
Sure. But why can't you come to
the Yella Pines?"
And have the country talking?
ride with you too much for that.
have q reputation In the great world
that can't afford to lose in the little
one"
But they say you're goin' to marry
that da-beg yer pardon-that Johnny
Eastern. That sol For Gods sake,
girl. don't say IT."
Hampden's red face was pale, and
she enjoyed seeing this coarse. bull
like man shaken to his foundations.
And what if it ISL"
I'll kill him! So help me heaven.
I'll get him next-I tell you L can't
stand for that"
Get him next time,' she was saying
swiftly to herself, "oh, Hampton.
fancy thers'll be . lot OF getting
whether or not Walter Sandry wants
me to quit-now. after all I've gone
through with you to get my line staked
QUIT"
Aloud she said at the same time.
Not isn't true" And Hampden
caught her hand and kissed It.
March crawled by and April-May
came In with the feel and look of sum-
mer-as It does In the western hills,
warm and bright and eternally sunny.
ssndry wondered II II had ever rained.
Any exertion tired him cruelty, 80 he
loafed about tho once. sat on the east
porch at the cook-shack. and talked
idly with the.t women, for Poppy
0rdway, despite Ma Daily's GOODNESS
and hints, and Siletz silence, still
stayed on at the camp Often Sandry
watched her with q puzzled look in his
eyes which all her. cleverness had
failed to fathom.
There was . SLIGHT constraint be-
tween them.
The work of the camp went on
we'll. A bunch Of lumberjacks from
Sacramento had come In during April,
and Sandry took them on. The Port
land Lumber company received the
second raft, smaller one, by the
middle Of May, and followed its re-
ceipt with another order that would
keep all hands and extra help at work
until August. The pressing mortgage
had been lifted by that first big check
and the young owner felt his spirit
surging within him like the growing
year. His only worry was the fact
that Hampden was building track and
q log-trail into the strip between camp
and the East Belt from the south.