The Odanah star. [volume] (Odanah, Ashland Co., Wis.) 1912-1916, 1916-01-14
The Young Commissioner Was Ur
easily Searching His Offices.


long time as they picked among the
| treasures from the tide-landS, and pres
emily they fell in with the small, brown
women and all disappeared arOundthe
bend in the Siletz road.
The aching fury began to rise in her
at thought of those two, alone. leav-
| ing the women, idling back together
| Perhaps they would climb the hills for
way, and sit together-perhaps-
here the sadness fell upon her that
| said she was unworthy.
| Had he not kissed her, and was she
not his woman? His eyes were true,
and they had spoken things that babe
her be calm. Not yet had she learned
the lesson of his greatness that kept
him always so quiet and sane, even
| in trouble.
There came step beside her, soft
step padding on the worn. bare floor
and Coosnah came from the east
porch, painting with the heat. He
leaned against the jamb of the door
| to the little south room, scratching
luxuriously, and promptly jumped as
the door swung swiftly inward. Again
Fate smiled impishly and sent at that
suspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
| the valley 1t caught the papers on
the floor under the typewriter table,
futtered them daringly, and with
whistle and whoop bore them tum-
h1ino ont hn cxxynnf hnorHc nf
the eating-room floor, to lodge against
the rocker of Mas little chair.
The girl in the doorway turned,
reaching out half-unwilling hand to
save her rivals property. Not yet had
Siletz learned tenth of Sandry's
code, else she would have folded the
packet and laid it aside.
Instead, with the freedom Of camp
life and utter innocence, she began
to read, wonderingly at first, then, as
she saw Sandry's name, with hushed
breath and parted lips. When she had
finished the first part she paused and
stared out across the sloping lift of
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat. Puzzled, but half
comprehending yet filed with name
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandry's
letter.
Daily's Camp. Toledo. July %. 49,
John H. Musseldorn-
The time of restitution has begun. AS
fortune but Quilted and empty shell. so
you alone have the knowledge and the
cunning to fill it to it's former substance.
unknown to the outside world. Wilton
Sandry is gone. but his pride remains
and 1t must be upborne. Here Is the re-
mittance which / told you would some
day be forthcoming. Take it and obtain
the deed to the Meadowlands Farm which
you sold. squandering the money. Put 1t
in my name as part of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face
member that those proofs. which you and
your aecomplice thought destroyed are
safe in my possession.
From time to time you will be called
upon to manage the buying back of ev-
cry piece of property. every horse on the
breeding farms. every stock and bond
which an honorable and trusting old man
invested in you when he could no longer
be about. sold-for your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat kept
my father in ignorance of his ruin until
his death.
AS | had no mercy on James B. Whit
by for his share with you in the infam-
cusly legitimate deals which made Will
ton Sandry an unconscious pauper. so
will I have no mercy on you. You know
what I know. and shake in your shoes
because of it. So far so good. shall ex-
pect the deed to the Meadowlands Farms
as speedily as it can be arranged.
WALTER SANDRY.
Trembling with premonition of dis
aster to Sandry. Siletz sat holding
the strange documents. A great anger
began to well in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons of
Ter blue shirt and dropped the folded
packet inside its blouse.
| On the Siletz road Sandry and Miss