The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-08-26

the clouds with vivid splen-
dor. 1T is December now," shouted
Wayland as he put on his slicker and
covered low to his saddle. ut will
be January soon."
1--WE will make it Christmas dinner"
she laughed, and her glowing good hui
NOR warmed his heart. She was en-
tirely her cheerful self again.
As they rose the view became mag
nitcent. wintry, sparkling. The great
clouds, drifting like ancient warships
heavy with armament, sent down chill
showers Of hail over the frosted gold
Of the grassy slopes, but when the
shadows passed the sunlight descend
ed in silent cataracts deliciously spring
like. The comics squeaked from the
rocky ridges and brace of eagles cir
cling about lone crag, as If exulting
In their sovereign mastery of the air.
screamed in shrill ecstatic duo. The
sheer cliffs on their shadowed sides
were violently purple. Everywhere the
landscape exhibited crashing contrasts
Of primary pigments which bit into
consciousness like the fare of a mar
tial band
It was nearly O'Clock when they
began to drop down behind the rocky
ridges of the eastern slope, and soon.
in the bottom of warm and shelter
ed hollow just at timber line, Berrie
drew her horse to stand and slipped
from the saddle well rest here an
hour" she said, ''and cook our grouse.
or are you too hungry to wait"
II can wait" he answered dramati-
cally. But 1t seems as If | had never
eaten"
Well then. well save the grouse till
tomorrow. but I'll make some coffee.
You bring some water while start
| fire.
And so, while the tired horses crop
ped the russet grass, she boiled some
| coffee and laid out some bread and
meat, while he sat by watching her
and absorbing the beauty OF the scene.
the charm of the hour. 1T is exactly
like warm afternoon in April" he
said. "and here are some of the spring
/ flowers"
L
said, with humor. and In perfectly re-
stored tranquility they ate and drank.
with no thought of critics or Of rivals.
They were alone, aud content to be so.
1t was deliciously sweet and restful
| there in that sunny hollow on the
breast of the mountain. The wind
swept through the worn branches OF
the dwarfed spruce with lmmenorial
usefulness, but these young souls
heard it only as far off song Side
by side on the soft Alpine clover they
rested and talked. looking away ut the
shining peaks. and down over the dark
green pillows Of fir beneath them.
Half the forest was under their eyes
ut the moment and the man said: lis
It not magnificent! 1t makes me proud
Of my country Just think. all this
glorious spread of hill and valley is un-
der your fathers directiun--I may say
under your direction. for | notice he
does just about what you tell him to
do"
You've noticed thaty' she laughed.
IF were man I'd rather be SUPER
NISOI vi ILLS lUltSl tulli SOAS
$50 would t. he agreed. Mash says
you are the supervisor. | wonder II
t your father realizes how efficient you
: aret Does he ever sorrow over your
not being a boyr
, Her eyes shone with mirth. Not
! that l can notice. He pears con.
tented"
You're a good deal like n son to
4 him. imagine You can do about all
s that boy can do, anyhow-more than
e could ever do. Does he realize how
: much you have to do with the man
t agement of his forest? I've never seer
y your like. really believe you could
!, carry on the work as well as he
e She flushed with pleasure. "YOr
d seem to think I'm district forester II
e disguise"
d Il have eyes. Miss Supervisor. ant
d also ears. which leads me to ask. Wh.
e don't you clean out that saloon gang
e Landon is sure there's crooked worl
Is going on at that mill--certainly tha
r open bar Is disgraceful and corrupt
Ing thing"
Is Her face clouded. We've tried t
2 cut out that saloon. but 1t can't b
n done. You see. it's on patente
lie claim. The claim was bogus. Q
le course. and we've made complaint, bu
u the matter is hung up and that give
'em a chance to go on
he "Well. let's not talk OF that. It's to
be delicious an hour for any question {
m business. 1t Is moment for pOetr.
ar- wish could write what | feel tn
m moment Why don't we camp hel
Nv and watch the sun 90 down and u
i'll. moon rise? From our lofty vantas
as ground the coming of dawn would
.er an epic"
by 1--WE mustn't think of that" she pr
ey tested. I'VE must be going"
or "Not yet. The hour is too perfet
be II may never come again. The wi,
lad in the pines. the sunshine. the conf
en- crying from their rocks. the butterfii
put on the clover-my heart aches wi
the the beauty OF 1t. It's been w0nd'
fig- full trip. Even that staggering wa
an In the rain had its splendid quality.
eouldn't see the poetry in it then. b
ion ! do now These few days have ma
alb as comrades, haven't they-comraf
an Of the trail?'
OBJ Continued in nert Deek's Banner.
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