Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-01-07
CHAPTER KIN.
The Red ear on the waters.

expensive bag of real alligator ana
made ready for a departure.
I'm going to Salem. partner" she
said. III Hampden gets anxious
enough to inquire openly, tell him I'm
after-clothes."
She smiled to herself, thinking OF
those millions of trees For its own
! sake. the pursuit of Hampden was be-
ginning to enthrall her professional
instinct. but there was a flicker of
passion under her lashes. a sleepy look
OF anticipation, as she glanced side
wise at Sandry on the step beside
her.
I may be away a week-maybe a
month, I'll drop you a line occa-
sionally."
A yearning sense of loss and loneli-
ness gripped Sandry as he took her
hand at parting, lending to his clasp
an unwonted tightness, and to his
voice sense of huskiness. She was
home and the things thereof, this
woman who was an orchid among the
pines, and with her going went some
thing he had scarcely realized, yet
which he would sorely miss.
The camp seemed more than usually
dreary in the days that followed. The
fog ribbons twined and twisted con-
tinually along the hills. the pines
brought their marching ranks closer
In upon the shrinking valley, and San
dry was taken with an acute attack of
the blues.
"Sletz," he said abruptly as he met
the girl one noon at the pump, will
you ride with me tomorrow? It's Sun
day and we can take a lunch What
do you say?"
She did not meet his eyes. her own
somDer ones glancing down the slough.
Yes" she said quietly.
They were up betimes the following
morning. Ma Daily cooked an early
breakfast and Sandry sat down for the
first time with the girl at table. Con
versation languished until a gentle
tread sounded on the floor and the
Preacher came in, his delicate face
aglow from the touch of icy water
John Daily. too, numbered in at the
same moment.
sleep well. father?" he asked.
"As always. son. The lowering OF
Gods hand is like the sound of many
wings-hushing- so hushing. Isn't
it so,-ah-ah-I have forgot"
The pathetic, childlike eyes searched
Sandry's face in straining inquiry.
What is it would remember?" he
asked plaintively.
Nothing, father. 1t is all we'll"
Siletz had pushed back the bench for
him. Now she laid her slim hand Low.
ingy upon his and looked in his face
a smile curving up the lips above the
broken sign. AS the two hands Law
upon the oilcloth Sandry noticed them
one white and fine veined and shane
ly, with the slender, pointed fingers of
dreamer-the other olive and shane
ly and with the same slim-pointed fn-
gers.
Alike" he unused. how very much
alike. Why. they are counterpartsl"
AS he led Black Bolt to the hammer
block for Siletz to mount he heard
snatches of song from the clubhouse.
Collins was outside, stretching a fresh
deerhide against the planks
The owner turned in his saddle and
looked back at the camp-his camp
as they trotted away down the green
valley 1t lay Struggled tight against
the pine-clad hills, primitive force in
a primitive country, and he thrilled to
| its suggestion. AS they passed the
! lower rollway he stopped and sur
veyed the brown slough, solid floor
of logs as far as he could see. even I'M
til it lost itself between it, low, tule-
edged banks.
| At natural clearing they refined In
to breathe the horses. and Sandry
turned to the girl.
"Sletz," he said. tell me how 1t is
that you have lived all your life so
near the ocean and have never seen it,
when you have wanted to so much?"
The rare smile lighted her face and
she turned to him.
Il was afraid" she said.
What? Afraid Afraid of what?"
"Of how it might look in truth
hAAOW AOW ~ HUNS III OWN pASNui
lit might not-look the same"
For a moment the man was silent
before the subtle fneness of the
thought. amazed to find it in KS sim
pie child of the logging country.
And why now?" he asked curiously.
why do you go now"
You CO." said Siletz as simply as
Kolawmie would speak in his govern
ment cabin at the reservation to the
north.
You're a great dreamer. Sletz,"
said Sandry.
She nodded
The horses, having taken their re-
quired rest, started forward of their
own will after the manner Of hill-bred
horses, and silence prevailed, save for
the swish and slip of the iron-shod