The Huttig news., 1916-01-29

thS III . stud 6tilHuSldSin Ot yOuJu, He0Ct still burning when youth had fled and age had brought it's empty seeming.
 And it is there" he said to himself that S'letz gets her manner of speech though her visions are her own, borr of her centered soul"
 At the end of tie week Sandry went to Salem. When he returned his face was drawn as if from loss of sleep and he summoned Daily to the office
 Sandry pulled open a drawer in his desk and took out the deed to the East Belt.
 This" he said tensely, "has never been recorded. I searched the records at the land office and our deed is not there. Instead there is a brand new homestead filing in the name of T. J O'Connel. Daily, either old Frazer was crooked or a fool"
 There was 8 strained note in the owners voice. His foreman st in the tip-tilted office chair, open-mouthed and round-eyed
 Then Hampden's got tn strangle holt-damn his soul to he'll He knows about the contraek an he'll biih it if he can. But Frazer wasn't crook ed, MT. Sandry, I'd stake my life on that"
 Then why did he sell me the East Belt stumpage-the prize card in the Dillingworth pack-without a record ed deed? This isn't worth it's paper.
 He waved the folded slip.
 And why didn't you verify all pa pers, MT. Sandry, when you made the deal?"
 Daily was entirely earnest and un conscious of the effrontery of his words. Sandrys boyish face flushed painfully.
 "IneXperience," he said bluntly: faith in men, though by all the signs I should have lost that, and lastly nc conception that such a thing could be done. Our first move now, however is to find Frazer
 Daily shook his head.
 That new bucker we took on yes. terday in the bunch of new men told me last night that Frazer was in Frisco two weeks ago, and was goin south. Sailed on the mail boat for Panama
 Sandry regarded his foreman grimly out of sparkling blue eyes,
 Then" he said, after a moments thought. well save our contract first and fight for our stumpage later
 He rose and began gathering up the 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 as 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 it is not there we lose our big profits and the connection with this powerful company. Now get busy" 1 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 were to fall to laying track to the north.
 By iingo." grumbled Collins openly, we're gettin' scairt out by tn Yella Pines, Elf it aint plum, disgustin'!"
 "Quit?" cried Jim Unworthy, let a bunch O cutthroats call us quitters? Whats eatin' you, John?"
 Orders" said the foreman warning ly, and the men buz2ed like a nest of hornets. Among the old hands at the camp it was almost a personal affair and they took it to heart, critici2ing with that freedom which characterized their kind and laying the blame upon the new owner, the tenderfoot from the East. Feeling at the abrupt gv- ing up of operations at Hampdens threats ran so high that three old timers including Smith the hook tender, 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 trifie forward on his bullet head, its gettin' too cul- tured. We'll be asked to stop swearin' next, an eatin' with our spoons. Me fer tn timber right 1 don't like ciyili- zation.'
 Let them go,' said Sandry grimly, "Ill learn how and tend hook myself if 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 eurled his hair into a riot under his gray felt hat; and Siletz, glancing sidewise from under her level brows, flushed darkly beneath her dGsky skin at the wonderful man beauty of him. She could not forget the day in the fern glade when he had stopped to