Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-17

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ter Hampton
But Hampton was for himself ana
with vengeance.
That evening Sandry met siletz
across the little meadow back Of the
camp, where he had gone for the mail
sack, left swinging on the forked stick
set up beside the county road. It had
been q very wet day, with heavier
showers than usual, and the wells OF
fog chung low along the hills. The
little drops of mist were thick on her
flannel shirt and on the two braids
which hung down across her breast.
round and girlish under the clinging
wooden garment. Al she came up to
him he noticed the look of her eyes,
and knew that something had stirred
the emotions beneath that quiet ex.
terror.
Been up on the ridge?" he asked
vexed that it should take slight eff.
fort tc keep his voice to the common
place. This girl in her natural setting
always took him out OF the everyday,
affected him like play with lowered
lights, soft music and alien scenes.
YES" she said dreamily. falling in
to the whimsical speech that only es-
capped her when she stood apart on the
hills. or listened to the pines, 1T came
tonight"
.Tt?"
Sandry had gone little way to meet
her and the camp was shut from sight
by clump OF spruce, new growth and
low-branched.
"Yes-.the light. Oh, the great lights
red and gold and purple. When the
sun breaks through Just at the last.
And know the ocean is under it
blue and purple. too. like the hills.
Some day I'll see it."
you picture these things, don't
your! ne said, "the things you nave
never seen-tne sea and the cities and
the outside world?"
"Yes-I know them all-my way.
Sometimes don't think want to see
them in their way-the real way They
might not be 50 beautiful. The Preach
er says the glories of the world are q
lure of the Devil. But don't think so.
1t don't seem as II God would make
things beautiful and let the Devil nave
them to ruin people with-and Coo
made all things. And We are his best
things"
you believe that?" asked sandry.
with an odd note in his voice.
Believe it?" said the girl wonder
ingly. "Of course. Don't you?"
"Well-it's been a long while since
I've believed anything
The girl was near to him now, the
dreamy look Of her eyes dissipated in
amazement.
You're LOST" she said simply. "The
Preacher would say so-even Wahloo.
wah would say 10. and old Kolawmie!"
Observation-Disclosures? Who are
they?"
1.-THE Indian woman you saw me
talking to in the glade and an old, old
man Of the silets. He who believes
nothing will be punished by the Great
Spirit-even % the preacher says in
his way. And the Bible"
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touched Sandry.
"And 80 you would have me believe,
little Sletz?" he asked gently. The
mist had thickened under the heavy
lasnes. and . look Of distress was on
her face where every emotion barred
itself in unguarded innocence to the
observer.
ooh, dear heaven!" she breathed,
"yes-oh. yes, you must! Why you
would-you would" out she could get
no further with the appalling thought.
"And you?" probed Sandry curious
~. Have you visions Of the souls re-
ward and punishment? Are you bound
for celestial peace?"
eyes," she said solemnly, II must
save my soul. though lose the whole
world
The majestic Bible language cast
over the man q feeling Of smallness
and he dropped his eyes.
All right, Sletz." he said, smooth.
ing the braid in his fingers, iii be-
lieve anything you say-set mo up a
totem pole or attend Sunday school at
Toledo. Only forget It. BY George.