Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-05
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papers on his desk.
"At noon." said he, thinking rapidly
and with astonishing ease in this, his
first business crisis. you will take
every man off the present work. We
will build no more trail toward the
East Belt now. Instead we will lay
track as fast al possible into the tim
Der at the head of the valley there to
the north. You know that contract
calls for six million feet of logs to be
in raft at Yaquina bay by the sixteenth
of March. If 1t is not there we lose
our big profits and the connection with
this powerful company. Now get busy"
Speculation and comment were rife
In camp when Daily announced at
noon that all work along present lines
was to be dropped and that all hands
we're to fall to laying track to the
north.
"By jingo," grumbled Collins openly,
were gettin' scairt out by tn Yella
Pinesl Eff it amt plum, disgustin'!"
"Quit?" cried Jim Anworthy, let a
bunch o. cutthroats call us cutters?
What's eatin' you, John?"
ORDERS" said the foreman warning
". and the men buzzed like a nest of
hornets. Among the old hands at the
camp it was almost a personal affair
and they took it to heart, criticizing
with that freedom which characterized
their kind and laying the blame upon
the new owner, the tenderfoot from
the East. Feeling at the abrupt CIV
ing up Of operations at Hampden's
threats ran SO high that three old
timers-including Smith the hook
tender, q jewel in the crown of any
logging camp-rolled down their
sleeves and called for their time.
Cant stand the atmosphere" said
little Smith, settling his round, mar
row-brimmed felt hat a trife forward
on his bullet head, Its gettin' too Gull
tured. Well be asked to stop swearin'
next, an eatin' with our spoons. Me
fer tn timber right. I don't like civili-
cation"
Let them CO." said Sandry grimly,
"T1l learn how and tend hook myself
II necessary"
Days slipped by so swiftly that San
dry scarce found time to count them,
and they were all too short. He was
out before day had even crept up the
eastern slopes of the great Cascades,
and was still going when it died half
across the Pacific to the west. He
ate like a logger and slept without a
dream.
The dampness freshened his cheeks
and curled his hair into a riot under
his gray felt hat; and Siletz, glancing
sidewise from under her level brows,
flushed darkly beneath her dusky skin
at the wonderful man-beauty Of him.
She could not forget the day in the
fern glade when he had stopped to
her for that passing kiss. She felt a
constant pulling of all her nature to
fall In a little way behind and follow
him. This feeling puzzled her and
several times she caught herself al
most in the act when he passed
through the big room, or paced the
length of the porch.
She fed sugar to Black Bolt, sat on
the seven-foot fir stump on the ridge
with an arm over the staid shoulders
OF Coosnah, watched the wonderful
gold lights in Miss Ordway's hair, and
Preacher she waited hand and foot.
with a devotion beautiful in it's IN
consciousness.
Ma Daily went about her business
IN an unusual silence; and she, too,
took in all the details of the author
from the East, but with a far different
eye.
Don't like her SMILE" she solilo-
quized in the steam of her important
realm, faint thick. It's spread on
mighty thin-like a step-ma's JAM"
But to Sandry, when he found one
OF his rare half-hours of cessation
from the rushing work, that same
smile, brilliant and well-poised and
Oh the distant world, was a refreshing
wind.
You're working too hard, Mr.. San
ury, Miss Ordway often told him,
why don't you go after this Hamp-
den mann"
Haven't time. This contract may
mean the slow gain of years. l must
save 1t first and by all means"
HIM. I'm keen for the unusual.
mere may be a lot n this. I believe
III do a little investigating. You
Anow l spoke CT it and you said go
ahead.
l wouldn't mix up with that man,
nlss ordway. He's the coarsest type
| ever me- with"
Trust me-" said Miss Ordway brief
n the next moment could have
snake herself for the salf-slangy,
natf-boastful expression.
And upon the word she put her in
.eneion into action, for with her usual
iar-Slghtedness she saw an almost un
cdnny opening and dovofaiI;n0 of