The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-11

budH a pd6ollS dllSulluu W IT,
81 should think you'd need it," h
said. How do you manage to kee
up the stroke?"
Law bless you'll" she laughed ear
lIy, 81 ben trained to it. I've cooke,
In camp. young man, for forty-tw,
year straight ahead"
Then you've seen the growth of tn
country, the coming OF railroads, tn,
making of towns"
Right from the bottom up. Seer
EN- grow from three cabins an GOV
cred wagon"
you've witnessed the inroads Of
the world on this fine timber, too.
yes, an 1t hain't teched yet. I've
seen it cut up over the Range an
down this side, an they's double
stumpage for every acre that's ben
cut, between herein the coast"
Sandry was enjoying her succinct
precision. of knowledge and expires.
sion.
And you've spent all these years in
the midst of this wet-blanket eli
mater" he smiled, How in the world
did you do it--and keep your cheer
fulness?"
Son." said Ma Daily kindly, you
can knock the country to me, but
don't you go dom 1t where the men'll
hear you. Us web-feet are used to
the rain, but we don't like to hear the
Fasteners talk about it. It's a chip
on every Oregonian's shoulder. You
don't want to queer yourself"
There was a note of genuine good
advice In the words and tone, and
Sandry got sudden insight into sew
eral little happenings that had puzzled
him-for instance, the emphasized
wearing Of blue shirts In rain that
had soaked his overcoat, and a few
remarks about the fact that Oregon
rain didn't wet through.
Thank you, Mrs. Daily" he said
with a sudden feeling of
friendship between him and this
shrewd, kindly old general of men.
He turned presently to the girl,
busy in the lamplight, her black head
shining, shadow over her eyes.
by the way" he said, IF you care
% you may ride Black Bolt whenever
you wish. He needs exercise and |
cannot use him enough. Would you
are to ride Hm?"
She nodded quietly, without a flicker |
II the pleased excitement he had ex-
'ected in the light of her seeming pas
ionate love of the animal, but a slow,
ull flush spread upward in her dark
ace and her fingers trembled a bit, ne
ancied, on the reeds.
They trembled in all surety the next
norning, when, with bride of colored
nd woven horsehair over her arm, she
ntered the lean-to.
Black Bolt was a gentleman born.
'hough he was wild as the girl for
he free air, the green slopes and the
ielding sod under his feet, he stood
till while she came up lightly, as a
at springs. with little soft alighting,
nd they were gone, down over the
mooth slope of the valley toward the
'wer rollway
There were two interested specta-
)rs to that splendid flight-Ma Daily
ON the cook-shack porch, who wiped
er eyes bit and said aloud: Bless
lie child Wild-wild! But it's nat
RAIL-" and Walter Sandry standing at
lie south window of the office
Black Bolt, sick OF the imprisoning
led, fled like buck full-hred with
)ring, his feet Swimming the wet
zen of the grass. Beside them ran
oosnah, low to the ground, long ears
apping, keeping the pace. Siletz, one
aid half whipped loose in the wind.
er bare face wet, was flushed all
rough her dark cheeks, and her eyes
ere like an opium smokers, content
It'll all the world. I
Odd you like 1t?" Sandry asked her
nusedly that evening as he passed
rough the eating room.
YES" said Siletz with her belying
ietness.
Il believe I've found a study" he
Id to himself as he went on, "a
'rthy study in human nature"
And Siletz had found new heaven r
d new earth. Something wild with
her that had ever moved restlessIy
ike forth, glorious flower OF &c
4sy. Day by day thereafter she
sed Black Bolt and sped into fields
Elysium, lost to earth, intoxicated.
d with the rush of wind and rain.
ways when she came back there
s the dusky flush IN her face, the
epy look of intoxication IN her eyes.
'hus winter closed in on the lonely
up in the mountains. blue-black and
y with mist and rain and VIVID
en- with the new grass OF the coast
ntry.