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

"The Preacher!" She Gasped Aloud.
little figure kept also midnight vigil
The woman looked at her and all the
danger that lay that way arose sud
denly before her, rousing her hatred
swiftly. and something ugly and cat
like prompted her to strike.
She laughed, little, low, musical
laugh, and spoke in a caressing tone.
Congratulate me-" she said softly,
| "the fever has left him. I'll have him
up before the first flowers bloom in the
valleys. Dear boy-dear Waltz"
Siletz, moment before dropping,
whirled upon her like fury. Even
in the dusk Miss Ordway saw the hid
den fire leap up uncovered in her eyes
and heard primal danger whimper IN
her voice.
Walt" she cried, springing toward
her and lifting hand whose slim nm
gers threatened her throat. SAY San
idryi"
Miss Ordway in her broadcloth
sprang back against the rough planks
of the cook-shack wall. her face gone
white in the shadows and sudden. grip
ping, choking fear in her throat She
put up a useless hand-a trembling
hand, palm outward-and stroye TO
speak-once, twice.
Then, "Sandry," she faltered like
craven. She was whipped. scared, her
power gone
But the wild thing died in Siletz as
it had lived, on the turn OF moment.
and she let out great breath and
covered her face with her hands after
a fashion she had.
NO she whispered in her palms,
The kissed me and l am his woman!
oh, | am unworthyl What would |
have done?" And she shuddered, as If
in fear.
She did not go near the man in the
Office. Instead she rode afar on Black
Bolt. Hour upon hour she spent on
the ridges, sitting with her knees
clasped in her arms and her suffering
eyes sweeping the dropping hills Not
for moment did she doubt Sandry.
He had kissed her. That was sum-
cient She was his woman With the
voicing of the fact that night in ko-
lawmie's house il had come to be
part of her daily thoughts. Only with
it there had come a mighty yearning
for perfection. What would Sandry
have her do or be? That would she
do and be- To Black Bolt and Coos
nah she took her trouble, faithful low
ers who nudged her breast with soft
nose, licked her hand and watched her
with wistful eyes.
So the camp went forward. John
and his silent crew cut steadily into
the timber at the north and sent the
kept guard for although there was
nothing of importance that Hampden
could do since he had played for the
Dillingwcrth contract and failed. still
he could steal the logs which lay all
too close to the mill at the mouth of
the slough-and John Daily was strung
to higher pitch than he had ever
been in all his lifelong timber war
with the Yellow Pines.
AS soon as Sandry was able to bear
It. Daily told him of the safe delivery
OF the raft, OF his trip home in the
Indians sling, of his subsequent de
lirium. and at last showed him the
big check. st sight of the paper.
sweated and creased from pocket-wear.
the sick mans face flushed and his
eyes sparkled with blue fame
"We won, john" he said. I'VE all
won-you. l. Miss Ordway and
S1etz"
There was little pause before the
last word and then he went on.
Il want to shake hands with us all
when I'm able We're a winning
bunch"
As soon as Daily had gone Poppy
Qrdxay leaned SO close that the subtle