Gilpin observer., 1916-04-27
The foreman looked at him inquir

The foreman looked at him inquir
ingly.
That left bank Of the slough ur
there is in the form of ridge Don't
you think we could set a crew at it al
low tide and dig 1t through, turning
the water into the field yonder? Tha,
would leave the slough empty here fol
the time between high tides. Gould
you get the timbers out in q few
hours?"
Daily's experienced eye had already
taken in every detail of the possibili
ties as Sandry talked.
That's good scheme, Mr.. Sandry,'
he said slowly. II believe it'll work.
So it was that the first practical sug
gestion of the new owner was set into
action.
The whole crew of the camp was
brought out of the hills and set to
work and the damaged rollway was re-
paired as good as new. the break In
the west bank filled. the slough run.
ming full again and nothing to show
for the trouble but the flooded field of
tules.
Under Walter Sandry's cool de.
meanor there was a small glow OF
satisfaction, sense of having in q
way redeemed himself
At supper time Siletz, moving be.
tween the tables. laughed to herself,
softly. and her dark eyes under the
little shadow Of her parted hair held
sparkling CLEAN as If she had seen
that conflict and enjoyed 1t.
"Siletz," said the owner, coming in
suddenly from the east porch after the
men had tramped heavily away to the
bunkhouse, whom do you know out
side this camp?"
She was alone in the big spotless
kitchen, her sleeves rolled up from her
arms slim and brown with a smooth
color that was of the SUMS giving.
Outside the camp?" she asked, turn.
ing to him for moment, stopped in
some task of the aftermath of the
meal, "why-nobody."
Don't you ever go down to Toledo?'
Sandry was leaning in the doorway.
his bright blue eyes upon her.
Sometimes"
Have you no friends therei No
girl friends?"
She shook her head and he noticed
the clean profile. the shape of the
small pointed chin. the good forehead
conflicting with vague suggestion Of
fieeting wild things in the velvety
eyes. sV a
rs there no one with whom you a.
sociate outside the camp? Think"
Suddenly there passed over her fea-
lures . quick change. He could liken
1t to nothing but a wind on the surface
OF water. Just breath of change.
Only the Preacher" she said with
swift slurring of softness in her
voice.
The Preacher?"
You don't know him. He only comes
sometimes. He was here Just before
you came"
who is he?" asked sandry curious
ly.
Il don't know. Nobody knows. But
love him."
THE Preacher" he said to himself a
little later In the bare south room un-
der the dripping caves. HIN! The
Bitle-of course"
With new interest he picked up
the quaint old book Of Holy Writ and
let 1t fall open in his hands as 1t had
a nay of doing.
Out from that marvellous song of an
inspired soul. the Psalms. there looked
his answer, as he was to know in an
other day. the truest answer that could
have been given to his question:
Who shall ascend into the hill of the
Lord? Or who shall stand in his holy
place? He that hath clean hands and q
pure heart: who hath not lifted up his
soul unto vanity. nor sworn deceitfully.
With an odd feeling of truth struck
from the page he closed the book and
laid 1t gently down on the white cloth.