Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-10-30

shall l dor What s1,0
moaned. Hall dOr !
instantly smitten in,o :.
nnnnt %anller r., mood, d, he said: -Donl, rSrl' y
a, ABOUT me Please don't. Opal w.
I'm feeling better. yo, eal ID
weaken weaken. Please forgive ' M must
complaints. Pm done, yoHn ~y sls
hear 1t again, Gomez iOull asls
can ride" LII Us So@
Ir we can each MilIe,.
- = can ride to your ranchl, 'SaSa'- y -
ed' and rose with such npw ~ us aeAs
der. u ulm IN Va
! He He was able to smile. 4ry. +,
iittie CRYING spell. I've rp,i.1' a'a
heart of its load | didn', ",'N y
agonize you. 1t was onlv =, ~s'a
He rut his hand to his head ~ u'ap'
be a romlcal figure" ns
his sudden reversal to cbos,
little alarming to her bm >, N''i
she perceived that he had in ,,r,,I "'
tered his depression and hr,n.. n.u ns
the horses, she saddlcd them oSa
ed him to mount. IF yon "a, H." ~.,, ',
reel worse tell me, and Vc.lI =. lug
camp she urged as they wprs :,
to start. 'e I0l
You Keep going till give tho ,,..
he replied, and his voice wa, - \
ana clear that her own sunny snn,
came back. 81 don't know whs. %
make of you," she said. ~ recLoD
must be poet"
1t was dark when thcy reocboa
village. but Wayland declared HI, N
ity to go on, although his worrs.
head was throbbing with fever anaS.
was clinging to the pommel Of bb a
die; so Berrie rode on.
Mrs. McFarlane, bearing the bor.
on the bridge, was at the door 4,
received her daughter with woudors.
question, while the stable hands, OpT
to detect an injured man, hurried /
lift Norcross down from his saddle
What's the matterT repeated N,
McFarlane.
He fell and struck his head IN
stone," Berea hastily explained pnh
the horses. boys! Mother and vII
look out for Mr.. Norcross."
The men obeyed her and fell b,A
but they were consumed with cn,b,
ity' and their glances irritated the ciS
slip the packs at once" she iDsIstd
With instant sympathy her mother
came to her aid in supporting n,
wounded, weary youth indoors and 4,
he stretched out on the couch IN th
sitting room he remarked with a funt
ironic smile, This beats any bed d
balsam boughs."
where's your fatherT asked Mn
McFarlane Of her daughter
Hes over on the Ptarmigan. ru
a powerful lot to tell you, mother, bot
not now; we must look after WayhM
Hes nearly done up. and so am H.
Mrs. McFarlane WINGED little At
her daughters use of Norcross' fm
name, but she said nothing further a
the moment, although she watched
Berrie closely while she took of Way
lands shoes and stockings and rubbed
bis icy feet. Get him something hot
as quick as you can" she commanded
and Mrs. Mcl'arlane obeyed without 4
word.
Gradually the tremor passed out d
his limbs and delicious sense u
warmth, of safety, stole over him, and
he closed his eyes In the comfort II
her presence and care. Rigorous busl
ness this life Of the pioneer" be sud
with mocking infection. II think |
prefer u place In the lumber trust
Don't talk" she said. Then. with 4
rush Of tender remOrse: "Why didn't
you tell me to stopy didn't realize
that you were so tired. We could have
stopped at the Springs"
81 didn't know how tired was ID |
got here. Gee" he said boylshly, THAT
doorknob at the back Of my head b
redhot. You're good to me-" he added
humbly.
She hated to have him resume that
tone Of self depreciation, and, kneelln!
to him. she kissed his cheek and hid
her head beside his. You're splendid
she insisted Nobody could be lrav'
er, but you should have told me yoa
were exhausted. You fooled me VIII
your cheerful answers"
He accepted her loving praise Der
clasping arms. as a part of the rescu'
from the darkness and pain Of Toe
long ride, careless Of what It mIEl'
bring to him in the future De ate ls
toast aud drank his coffee and permit
ted the women to lead him to bis room room
and then being alone he crept Into ns
bed and fell instantly asleep.
Berrie and her mother went Da'k T"
the sitting room, and Mrs MefaIlap
closed the door behind them 'M'
tell me all about 1t, she said ID 'u'
tone OF one not to be denied.
CONTINUED next Saturday.