The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-25

| the moment the thrust went nome to
the young owner. His Jaw frightened
/ and he marked the man, one of the
fallers, for future reckoning.
How the fight would have ended
Sandry, thinking it over afterward,
could never decide They were evenly
matched in intent, the two factions.
and nearly SO in numbers, though
Hampden's force was a trife the
stronger.
Blows rained fast and furious
Blood was flowing freely and the oaths
and laughter had given place to pant
ing silence.
you Iow-down cheat" he heard
Daily say as he .closed with Hampton,
"We1l-settle-a few things-now.
There was the scent of heated flesh
and of warm blood in the close, moist
air, and the clump and swish and
crunch of heavy boots threshing the
fern. From under the trampling feet
he caught sight of limp figure, crum-
pied on its side.
SOlllclnlllS III It's SA1dStA- GUINNESS
caught at his heart and set purpose
in its Mortified amaze
He must stop this thing at any cost.
Springing down he caught up long
blacksnake whip lying coiled beside
stump. 1t had evidently come with the
Yellow Pines outfit, for what purpose
he did not know, for there was not
such an article anywhere. in camp.
Raising his arm he whirled it back
TO send the long lash singing in among
the struggling mass, when sound,
coming clearly out of the brooding
stiffness of the great pine woods, ar
rested him.
It was the high, silvery note OF
flute. Shrill and clear, it cut into the
rush OF the fight like flashing blade.
The men heard it, even through the
fight rage Here and there the furious
action halted moment, without wolf
ton, it seemed, and man drew quick
ly out on one side In the moments
hush that followed whole cascade OF
sparkling notes fell from the ridge
like a handful of diamonds trucking
down, and sweet and tender came the
strains of Lead, Kindly Light
Daily caught his antagonist by the
throat and hurled him backward,
opening up a space in the locked and
painting swelter.
The Preacher" he painted. "The
Preachers commit"
With common consent the two fac
tons fell apart, the Yellow Pines own
er getting'to his feet blind with the IN
caring anger of the bully.
So it was the Preacher who was COM
ing thus with the herald OF those sill
yer notes.-the Preacher whose worn
old Bible lay in the little south room
and whose name brought the light OF
gladness into the somber face of
Siletz.,
Sandry, still holding the trailing
whip, waited expectant What he be-
held. when at last the player came out
in a watery bar of the slanting light, |
astounded him beyond measure.
The stranger wore a garment of |
some coarse brown fiber, buttoned |
down from the throat to the feet and |
beIted at the waist with hempen rope. |
He carried his flute high with mar
tial air. as If it told of victory and |
conquest. and mis- thin form walked !
lightly and erect. White and fine and |
delicately lined. the face above shone |
radiantly from between heavy hair I
which fell in long, loose curls, white |
as the winter snow. Blue eyes, under /
level brows, looked out with the half
vacant innocence of the very young. |
For him the world had stopped some |
time ago. AS he emerged through the 1
fern. Sandry saw that the brown gar
ment was wet to the knees, the heavy |
shoes upon his feet sodden with !