The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-08-26

In her bright eyes and glowed In nee
softly rounded cheeks. Her hand was
little and pointed. not fitted like Ber-
rie's for tightening cinch or welding
an ak, and as he said "Goodby" he
aided, Il hope shall see you again
soon." and at the moment he meant 1t.
We'll return to the Springs in few
days." she replied. Come and see US.
Our bungalow is on the other side OF
the river. And you too," she addressed
Berrie. but her tone was so convention
ally polite that the ranch girl, burning
with jealous heat. made no repls.
McFarlane led the way to the lake
rapidly and in silence. The splendors
of the foliage. subdued by the rains;
the grandeur of the peaks, the song of
the glorious stream, all were lost on
Berrie. for she now felt herself to be
nothing but big. clumsy, coarse hand
ed tomboy. Her worn gloves. her fad
ed skirt and her mans shoes had been
made hateful to her by that SNUG.
| graceful play acting tourist with the
| cool, keen eyes and smirking lips. "She
/ pretends to be q kitten, but she isn't.
She's a SLY grownup cat" she bitterly
accused. but she could not deny the
charm of her personality.
Wayland was forced to acknowledge
| that Rerrie in this dark mood was not
| the delightful companion she had hith
erto been. Something sweet and con-
| fiding had gone out of their relation
ship. and he was too keen witted not
to know what it was. He estimated
precisely the value of the malicious
| parting words Of Siona Moore.
That Berrie was suffering and that
| her jealousy touchingly proved the
depth of her love for him brought no
citation, only perplexity. He was not
seeking such devotion. As a compan
ion on the trail she had been joy: as
Jealous sweetheart she was less ad
nlirable. He realized perfectly that
this return journey was of her ar.
rangement. not McFarlanes. and. while
he was not resentful of her care. he
was in doubt of the outcome. 1t hur-
riea him into further intimacy which
might prove embarrassing.
At the camp by the lake the super
visor became sharply commanding.
Now, let's throw these packs on live
ly. 1t will be slippery on the high
trail and you'll just naturally have to
hit leather hard and keep jouncing II
you reach the wagon road before dark
But you'll make it,
Make it!'' said Berrie. .'Of course
we'll make it. Don't yon worry about
that for a minute. Once get out OF
: the green timber the dark won't worry
me Well push right through"
In packing the camp stuff on the
saddles Berrie. almost rs swift anf
powerful as her father. acted with per
J feet understanding of every task. ant
= Wayland's admiration Of her skill in
creased nightly.
She insisted on her fathers turning
back. I've don't need you." she said
!. Il can find the pass
McFarIane's faith in his daughte
!: had been tested many times. and We
he was little loath to have her star
off ON trail new to her. He arguet
against it briefly, but she laughed a
his fears II can go anywhere 70,
can" she said. ""Stand clear" Wit
| final admonition he stood clear
/ .Goodbyw he called. IF you NEE
/ Nash hurry him along. Moore is ans
/ ious to run those lines. Keep in toucl
/ with Landon, and if anybody turns U
from the district Office say I'll be bac
l -, Eridoy Cnod 1ncE P'
1 Same to you. So long!'
/ Berea led the way, and Norcross fe
n in behind the pack horses, feeling q
II unimportant as small boy at th
III heels of circus parade His girl cal
III tain was so competent, so self reliaT
HI and so sure that nothing he could sa
III or do assisted in the slightest degree
n Her leadership was a curiously clos
d reproduction OF her fathers unhurrie
HI and graceful action. Her seat In IL
iii saddle was as easy as Landon's. IN
III her eyes were alert to every rock an
M stream in the road She was at hon
= here, where the other girl would ha,
i been bewildered child and his wore
Il of praise lifted the shadow from h
face.
Wayland called out, The air Zee
Il like THANKSGIVING morning, doesn't It
1T is Thanksgiving for me. and L
4 going to get grouse for dinner, 81
replied, and i'll less than an hour Z
snap Of her rifle made good her prol
VI Use.
Il After leaving the upper lake
| turned TO the right and followed t
| course of swift and splendid strei
| which came churning through a che
4 less. messy swamp of spruce trees
experienced as he was. Wayland kn'
that this was not u we'll marked tr;
lad but his confidence In his guide
'et- too great to permit of any worry o.
TO the pass, and he amused himself
sht watching the water robins as IL
ley fitted from stone to stone in the
2 rent, and in calculating just where
ex- would drop line for trout If he
ook time to do so, and in recovered ser
her fly enjoyed his ride. Gradually he
ate aside his perplexities concerning
her future, permitting his mind to pre-
ure nothing but his duties with L
DIS don at Meeker's mill.
ret. He was rather glad Of the decis
ld. to send him there, for it promised
in sorbing sport Il shall see how I
don and Belden work out their pl
we lem.'' he said He had no fear
ane. Frank Meeker now. "As forest gu
ASS. with official duties to perform ]
you meet that Young savage on other