Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-05

sometimes / QO0I IQlnK 1 want TO see
them in their way-the real way They
might not be so beautiful. The Preach
er says the glories of the world are a
lure of the Devil. But | don't think SO.
1t don't seem as If God would make
things beautiful and let the Devil nave
them to ruin people with-and God
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 your"
"Well-it's been a long while since
I've believed anything"
The girl was "a 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 so, and old Kolawmiei"
Observation-Disclosures? Who are
they?"
1.-THE Indian woman you saw me
talking to in the glade and an old, old
man of the Siletz. He who believes
nothing will be punished by the Great
Spirit-even as the preacher says in
his way. And the Bible"
That sudden mist In her eyes
touched Sandry.
"And so you would have me believe,
little S'letz?" he asked gently. The
mist had thickened under the heavy
lashes, and a look of distress was on
her face where every emotion barred
itself in unguarded innocence to the
observer.
ooh, dear heaveni" she breathed,
"yes-oh, yes, you must Why you
would-you would" put she could get
no further with the appalling thought.
"And your" probed Sandry curious
ly. Have you visions of the souls re-
ward and punishment? Are you bound
for celestial p~eace?"
"Yes," she said solemnly, II must
save my soul, though l lose the whole
world"
The majestic Bible language cast
over the man a feeling of smallness
and he dropped his eyes.
"All right, Sletz." he said, smooth
ing the braid in his fingers, "Ill be-
lieve anything you say-set me up a
totem pole OF attend Sunday school at
Toledo. Only forget it. By George,
what a head of hairi If l were a wom-
an I'd give a thousand dollars for it,"
He lifted the rope and weighed 1t
critically.
"Why, what for?" asked Siletz. her
eyes still solemn.
ITO have it, of course You're dread
fully unsophisticated. Come along"
And swinging the mail sack ne
turned toward camp. Siletz came ST.
lently at his heels. falling in behind
with q certain instinct, and Sandry
had an unpleasant suggestion Of will
derness professions he had seen enter
ing Toledo. enlivened by brilliant hues
and canine adjuncts. He turned
whimsically for a look at the rear.
Coosnah brought it up with a faithful
ness to detail that was convincing.
At the western door of the cook
shack they were met by Miss Ordway,
blooming like a dollhouse plant behind
plate glass, an incongruous element in
her belted dress of light ~broadcloth
She leaned in the doorway with mimi
table grace, an immaculate hand on
either side.
THE wild huntress!" she smiled at
Siletz.
NO." said the girl, Il never hunt.
/ love the deer best in the fern"
"Yes?" said Miss Ordway curiously,
and Sandry, kicking the clinging
earth from his caulked boots. saw the
divining spirit of the writer probing
this elemental nature. why? Wouldn't
you be proud of an antlered head with
the mark Of your skill between the
eyes?"
Siletz flung out a hand in a quick
gesture.
"Oh, no, mol could do it.
Unless" she finished, still in that
earnest manner. someone l loved
were starving. Then I could"
Sandry looked at the two sweet
faces, one SO lovely in it's smiling,
amused a~lertness, the other so aban.
doned to the feeling her own words
had stirred, and a deep admiration for
both filled him.
wild to the Wild" he said under his
breath. What are you, little S1etz? !
wonder If I'll aver know"
"S1etz," broke in the foreman, pass
ing in his numbering fashion, the
Preachers comm. heard today he's
been seen a couple times-once cross
in the Big Slough below the bridge,
an once in the hills"
For the first time since he had
known this girl with>her varied nature,
Sandry saw the swift lighting Of girl
ish excitement in her face as she
flashed around at Daily.
"Oh!" she cried gladly, "how sooD
will he be here, l wonder?"
Don't know"