Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1915-12-16

JuaEttas CeaiI.
Dawn was standing with her head
up and her lids half closed looking
across the valley to the Indian sum
mer haze that slept In smoky purple
on the ridges. She wore a dress of
red calico. and she had thrust in her
belt few crimson leaves from a gum
tree and a few yellow ones from a pop
lar
Juanita Holland did not marvel at
the fascinated, almost rapt look that
came into Young Milt's eyes, and
Young Milt, too, as he stood there in
the autumn woods, was himself no
mean figure. His lean body was
quick of movement and strong, and
his bronzed face wore the straight.
looking eyes that carried an assurance
of fearless honesty He had been
away to Lexington to college and was
going back The keen intelligence OF
his face was married by no note OF
meanness, and now, as he looked at
the girl of the enemy, his shoulders
came unconsciously erect with some
thing of the pride that shows in men
of wild blood when they feel in their
veins the strain of the chieftains.
But Dawn, after her first blush,
dropped her lids little and tilted her
chin, and without a word snubbed him
with the air of a Havey looking down
on a McBriar.
Milt met that gaze with a steady
one OF his own and banteringly said:
Dawn, pears like ye mought a got
tangled up with a rainbow"
Her voice was cool as she retorted:
I reckon that's better than Citing
mixed up with some other things"
Il was jest a-thinkin', es / looked at
We" went on the boy grayely, tibet
hits better then gittin' mixed up with
anything else"
Dawn turned away and went stalk
ing along the woodland path without a
backward glance, and Milt followed at
her heels, with Juanita. much amused.
bringing up the rear. The fastener
thought that these two young folks
made a splendid pair. specimens of the
best of the mountains. as yet unbroken
by heavy harness. Then. as the
younger girl passed under a swinging
rope of wild grapevine, STOPPING low.
a tendril caught in her hair
Without a word Young Milt bent for
ward and was freeing it, tingIing
through his pulses as his fingers
touched the heavy black mass, but as
soon as she was loose the girl sprang
away and wheeled. her eyes blazing.
How dast We tech me-" she de
manded, painting with wrath. How
dast ye?"
The boy laughed easily q dast do
anything | wants, he told her,
For moment they stood looking at
each other, then the girl dropped her
eyes, but the anger had died out Of
them. and Juanita saw that, despite
her condescending air, she was not
displeased.
Juanita, of course, knew nothing Of
Jeb's suspicious that had led him into
the laurel, but even without that In
formation, when Young Milt met them
more often than could be attributed
to chance on their walks and fell into
the habit of strolling back with them,
strong forebodings began to trouble
her
And one morning these forebodings
were verified in crisis for, while the
youthful McBriar lounged near the
porch of Juanita's cabin talking with
Dawn, another shadow fell across the
sunlight: the shadow Of Jeb McNash.
He had come silently, and it was only
as Young Milt, whose back had been
turned. shifted his position, that the
two boys recognized each other.
Juanita saw the start with which
jobs figure stiffened and grew taut.
She saw his hands clench themselves
and his face turn white as chalk; saw
his chest rise and fall under heavy
breathing that Kissed through clenched
teeth, and her own heart pounded with
wild anxiety
But Milt McBriar's face showed
nothing. His fathers masklike calm
ness of feature had come down to him,
and as he read the meaning Of the
other boys attitude he merely nodded
and said casually: "Howdy. Jeb."
Jeb did not answer He could not