The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-09

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Under Orders to Shoot at che First
Sign of Trouble.
your eagerness, your inherent strength
and your losing battle! Did you not
know that you were as fire to me?"
She slipped off the log and stood be
fore him, her hands clasped across her
breast and all her magnificent beauty
lure in the spring dusk.
"Ah!" she laughed recklessly, you
have set me flaming, like line of fire
at night! And | care nothing that /
tell you-there is no law for q gen
iusl"
And, turning swiftly, she went down
the slope, away from him, leaving him
as she had done once before with his
head whirling under the spell of her
beauty and her daring. But this time
she had left far more, for within him
there surged and rioted emotions that
defied control-joy and triumph and
savage desire to even scores with the
man who had so cruelty pressed him,
relief at the prospect of saving so cas-
lily his East Belt and his future; and,
bursting through the rest, the tingle
of her words, the amazed comprehen-
sion of them.
The days that followed were hard
ones for the young owner of the Dill
lingworth. He did not see that he had
taken the silent little girl of the hills,
and that the dominant, clever woman
of the world had taken him. Yet such
were the facts in the vague, half
formed shape that affairs had as
sumed.
With splendid tact Miss Ordway
kept away from him, presenting at
such times as they CHANGED to meet
serene poise that was as charming
as her abandon had been that night
by the rollway. On the other hand,
Siletz watched him with troubled eyes
There was that in features and voice
that frightened her, as a loving woman
is ever frightened when trouble rides
the shoulder of the beloved.
Therefore one night soon after San
dry's talk with Miss Ordway, Siletz
followed him as he went to the office
after supper. 1t was a black night,
and Sandry was not aware of her pres
ence until a touch fell on his Shout
der, almost as light and soft as that
of the mist upon his face.
"Sandry," said Siletz.
He turned swiftly and all the vex-
atious ache of his heart seemed to cul-
inmate suddenly In a desire to take
her in his arms.
"Yes?" he said, yielding to the in
1uence of the misty darkness and the
learness of this girl who typified the
Wild so alluringly, "the Night Wind
,reathes upon my heart. Why is it,
little S1etz?"
"Why-why," stammered Siletz, 81
Iardly know. Yet-there is some
hing" Il
She fell silent moment, standing
eside him.
THE winds of God are heavy on my
oul, Sandry," she said at last, ear
estly, land they tell me that you
re sad. What can do-oh, what can
do to help"
There was in her voice the simple
ry OF sympathy so intense that it
as anguish, and Sandry's lips tight
ned in the darkness.
For heady moment he could scarce
ssist the bidding OF the lawless thrill
lat she was ever capable OF sending
trough him, to take her into his arms
J he mad done that day when she
sheld the sea. But tardy thought
Miss Ordway shut mis- hands upon
emselves and steadied his voice.
He put his hands upon ner shout
IT'S and turned her round.
go back to Ma Daily. child" he
lid, but his voice had fallen to q
hisper, whisper that was caress,
den as heavily with wistful sadness
whisper might be, "and don't fret
am all right"
Without word, obedient to him as
e primal woman ever is to man,
letz went away In the night toward
e cook-shack.
AS she passed up the path she al
ost brushed the garments of Poppy
'dway, standing in rigid silence, her
nds shut in the folds of her gown,
rose lips ashen, her eyes strained :
de-
Fool! Fooli Fooli" the woman u
s thinking in a rage OF passion. L