The Huttig news., 1916-02-12

mammoth fir. The sound brought to it's door bent figure that came and stood at Black Bolts head like a shadow.
 Siletz spoke in iargon, slid down, trailed the reins on the earth ana en. tered the little house.
 An hour later she stood against it's closed door, facing a dusky circle of squatting figures, her trim form straight in the lamplight her shirt open bit at the throat, her slim hands eloquent in quiet gestures
 Near the pine table that held the f1tful light stood old Kolawmie, a splendid illustration of the white mans ways.
 He might have been fifty years of age, he might have been a hundred. Pure blood of chiefs ran in his veins, and he had memories of the time when the Oregon country reached from the northern sound to the valley of the Sacramento, but the burden ot prog ress hung heavy on his shoulders his fingers trembled from much devotion to the Spirit of the Burning Water
 Broken in heart and soul and tribe he dreamed out the long last days in the monotony of the reservation, send. ing his sons to the red-roofed school on the hull, turning them aimlessly loose upon their lands when they were through-but still throughout the country where the sign of the SiletZ was seen, there were known his wise precepts, there would his call bring followers. About him gathered now silent circle, young men who could speak good English and write essays on the evolution of man, older ones who accepted the modern modes with reservations, and few like himself of the ancient time.
 To them Sjletz was speaking.
 Trouble has fallen upon the Night Wind she said sweetly, and she comes to her friends for help Sandry at the camp is deserted by his men. The camp fails, the work is stopped, the engines are silent at their posts, and big contract that means much IS ready to be Iost-and Hampden of the Yellow Pines laughs in glee, for he nas done this thing. Men there are not in the country-and to go to Port land means loss of time on the great contract. Therefore Sandry sits with his head in his hands. thus"
 With swift art she bent her dark head forward upon her palms, dropped her slim shoulders. and instantly De- spair loomed before the dusky circle. For which the heart of S1etz sick ems, for she is Sandrys woman"
 There was silence for a space The girl was an artist.
 She would help him. Therefore she comes to her friends, whose hearts are large with friendship. though their hands are soft with leisure The Si- letz need not work Will they give the free gift of labor for the Night Winds man?
 1t was heart-speech, It was in jar gon and it was successful, for with the early dawn, blue-gray with mist and sun-shot with crimson, Sandry who had not slept. standing with fur rowed brows on the office step, heard 
 He looked and beheld a cavalcade of horsemen, riding with ease on their ragged ponies, and led by Siletz upon Black Bolt, who still stepped proudly after his day-and nights journey while Coosnah rolled with swinging ears at his side.
 Here" said the girl as she rode up | fsAl. 1E nf '
 And she slid down with little sigh of weariness before Sandry could of fer his arms.
 "Gosh." said Daily to himself in the shadow of the office, the Siwashes!"
 "Mr. Sandry," he said to the owner when the long tables were filled in every place with the best of the van ishing tribe that Siletz could pick. "I'm kickin' myself that didn't think of the Indians myself, though Lord knows if we can whip 'em in line, for it would take the devil himself to make Siwash work"
 But it did not take his majesty. It took only the word of Kolawmie, who had given a command which a quiet half-breed who seemed the leader of the crew artlessly repeated to Sandry
 We will work till the contracts saved" he said; Fin giving to you we give to S1etz. who is your woman" !"
 And Sandry, astounded beyond meas ure, opened his mouth and closed it without speech.
 And it was work indeed for all San dry himself, as he had grimly threat ened once, "learned how" and tended hook. Collins took Hastings place at the roading donkey, selecting slim, brown boy as fireman, while the fore man proved his worth dozen times over, by being everywhere at once, by filing things down to the most rigid system, by planning, executing, finishing, with the hand and mind of cn artist
 It would have been contrary to hu- man nature if Sandry had not felt thrill of triumph when he next ran across Hampden at Toledo.
 The Yellow Pines owner grinned.
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