Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-09-25

Therefore he helped her to her seat
inside and resumed bis place in front
Bill, now broadly communicative
mlnutely detailed his tastes In food
horses, liquors and saddlers in mono
logue which would have been tiresome
to any one but an imaginative young
eastern student Bill had vast
knowledge Of the west, but a distress
Ing habit Of repetition.
10 this informing way some ten miles
were traversed, the road climbing ever
higher and the mountains to right and
left increasing in grandeur each hour
till Of sudden and in deep valley
on the bank of another swift stream
they came upon a squalid saloon and
minute postoffiee. This was the town
OF Moskow.
Bill, numbering down over the wheel,
took bag OF mail from the boot and
dragged 1t into the cabin. The girl rose,
stretched herself and said: "This stag
in is slow business. I'm cramped I'm
going to walk on ahead"
MAY go with your" asked Nor
cross.
"Sure thing! Come along"
AS they crossed the little pole bridge
which spanned the food the tourist
exclaimed: "What exquisite water!
It's like melted opals."
Comes right down from the snow"
she answered. impressed by the poetry
OF his slmile.
He would gladly have fingered, lis
tenlng to the song of the water but as
she passed on he followed. The oppo-
site hill was sharp and the road stony,
but as they reached the top the young
easterner called out, "see the savlns!"
Before them stood grove Of cedars.
old, gray and drear, as welrdly impress
slve as the cacti in q Mexican desert.
Torn by winds, SCARED by llghtnings,
deeply rooted, tenacious as tradition,
unlovely as Egyptian mummles, fantas-
tic, dwarfed and blackened, these un-
accountable creatures clung to the
lodges what do you suppose planted
those trees there?'
The girl was deeply impressed by the
novelty Of this query 81 never thought
to ask. l reckon they just grew"
mo there's a reason for all these
he insisted.
"We don't worry ourselves much
about such things out here" she re-
piled. with charming humor 1--WE
don't even worry about the weather.
We just take things as they come"
They walked on talking with new in
tlmacy. Where Is your home" he
asked.
"a few miles out OF Bear Tooth. You
are from the east, Bill says-'the far
east we call It,"
From New Haven. I've just finished
at Yale. Have you ever been in
city2"
"0h, yes! l go to Denver once in
awhile, and saw,St. Louis once but
| was only yearllng and don't remem-
Der much about It. What are you do
Ing out here, If It's a fair question:"
He looked away at the mountains.
III got rather used up last spring, and
my doctor said I'd better come out here
for awhile and build up I'm going up
to Meeker's mill DO you know where
that lsr
81 know every stoveplpe in this park" !"
she answered. "Joe Meeker is kind O.
related to me-uncle by marriage He
lives about fifteen miles over the hill
from Bear Tooth"
This fact seemed to bring them still
closer together. I'm glad OF that" he
said polntedly, Perhaps shall be
permitted to see you now and again
I'm going to be lonesome for awhile,
I'm afraid"
Don't you believe It! Joe Meeker's
boys will keep you interested" she as
sured him.
The stage overlook them at this point
and BIZ surllly remarked. "If you'd
been alone, young feller, I'd "a give
you chase" His resentment Of the
outsiders growing favor with the girl
was ludlcrously evident.
As they rose into the higher levels
the aspen shook It's yellowlsh leaves in
the breeze and the purple foothills
gained In majesty. Great new peaks
came into view on the right, and the
lofty cllffs Of the Bear Tooth range
loomed In naked grandeur high above
the blue green Of the pines which cloth.
ed their sloplng eastern sides.
At intervals the road passed small
log ranches crouchlng low on the banks
OF creeks, but aside from these-and
the sparse animal life around them
no sign Of settlement could be seen.
The valley lay as It had lain for thou.
sands OF years, repeating its forests ms
the meadows Of the lower levels send
forth their annual grasses. Norcross
said to himself II have circled the
track OF progress and have re-entered
the border America, where the stage.
coach Is still the one stirring thing be.
meath the sun"
Al last the driver, with note OF cx.
ultation, called out. Grab n root. every.
body; IT'S all the way down hin and
time TO feed"
And so as the dusk came over the
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