The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-16

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at the few scant notes. then raised
dilated eyes to her.
"Are you sure, ma, SURE he
asked In a strangely altered voice.
Sure? Ever know me to speak
when want sure. son ?" said the gen
eral grimly.
For. though the notes on the page
were SO few and 80 meaningless to an
outsider. it was plain that they had
fallen under the one pair of eyes
whose owner they most vitality con-
cerned.
This was what Walter sandry read:
Tuesday night: Ruinedl Ruined. Help
less. and he does not know
wednesday: Scoundreis aI1-James 3.
whitby- Musseldorn-Coppe and Zinc,
Consolidated. legitimate Ny God, it's
done legifimately, Within the law May
such la be damned, James 3. 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
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old woman's pleadingly.
Ma said Sandry hoarsely. take IT
back and put IL where Miss Ordway
will casually find it. and don't say
saw it..
Without a word. Ma Daily picked up
her bowl. put the little red book in her
pocket and took Siietz away to the
noon work, leaving the man for the
first time alone. OF a wide and cum
ming knowledge was this old handler
or men. She knew that he would
think pest in solitude
Mother. said Siletz as they passed
up the path, she never dropped that
Course rot I lied an stole both.
but it s worth while There's some
thin threetenin' Sandry, an though
he's pretty weak to De worried, it's
best he should krcw
And IL the meantime Poppy ordway
was talking to Hampden on the Siletz
road. The man was passionate force
full, a little worried by ner long an
sence from their rides. end ne used
every persuasion at his command TO
win ner from the Daily camp
What Tor do you want TO stay
there?" he begged
Don't you know am writing Ium
Der story"
Sure. But why can't you come to
the Yella Pines7"
And have the country talking? |
ride with you too much for that
have a 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 so? For Gods sake.
girl, don't say It"
Hampden's red face was pale. and
she enjoyed seeing this coarse, bull
ike man shaken to his foundations
And what if it is2"
'In kill him. So help me heaven.
I'll get. him next tell you I can't
stand for that"
Get him next time" she was saying
swiftly TO herself. ~oh, Hampden.
fancy thereH 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
out,"
Aloud she said at the same time.
No; 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 eternaIly sunny
Sandry wondered if it had ever rained
Any exertion tired him cruelty. so he
loafed about the office, sat on the east
porch at the cook-shack. and talked
idly with the three women. for Poppy
Ordway. despite Ma Daily's coldness
and hints. and SiletzA silence. still
stayed on at the camp. Often Sandry
watched her with puzzled look in his
eyes which all her cIeyerness had
failed to fathom-
There was a slight constraint be-
tween them.
well 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. a 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
log-trail into the strip between camp
and the East Belt from the south
He evidently meant to begin opera
lions under Sandry's very eyes.
Walter" asked Miss Ordway. how
long are you going to wait before let
ting me use my lever to pry Hamp-
den of,"
She watched him with narrowed
eyes. The strange reticence. the EN-
barrassed reserve that had fallen upon
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