The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1916-09-21

to move. She did not unbend so much
as the fraction Of an inch. But hard
upon the heels of Caleb's last words
the boy went forward unhesitatingly.
Hat in the.hand that balanced his big
steel trap, he stopped In front Of her
and offered one brown paw.
"Haow dye do, Miss Hunter" he So
uted her gravely, and with slow
smile that discovered for her a row Of
white and even teeth: "Haow dye do?
IL reckon you're the first dressed up
lady I ever did git to know!"
The calm statement took what little
breath there had been left in Caleb's
lungs. 1t left Sarah breathless too.
But after an infinitesimal moment OF
waiting she held out her own delicate
fingers and took the outstretched hand.
"Haow dye do, Steve" she answer
ed, and Caleb was at a loss to In
terpret the suppressed quality of her
voice. land I-some day am sure 1t
will be great pleasure to remember
that I was the-first.
Then she faced her brother.
"Will your will your friend, Mr.
Steve-remain for supper. Calf' she
asked
And Caleb. quick to see an opening.
made the most of this one.
"Stay for supper" he repeated her
question. and he laughed. "Stay-for-
supper. Well. should hope he would
Why-why. he's going to stop for the
night"
From the vantage place there at the
ron of the steps Sarah stood and sur
yeyed her brothers wide and gulleless
face for a second. Then her lips began
to witch
every clever. Cal" she told him.
Quite clever-f0r you
And she nodded and withdrew to see
that the table was laid for three.
Caleb. chuckling, watched her go;
then. with a nod to the boy, he started
to follow her in. But Steve paused al
the threshold. and when the man stop
ned and looked back to ascertain the
cause OF his delay he found that the
boy was depositing the bear trap upon
the porch 1oor-found him Juggling to
free the rusty old revolver from his
belt.
an leave Samanthy here" the one
called Steve stated, and Caleb under
stood that he meant the trap. An l
reckon I'd better not lug my weapon
into the house neither. he'd IL She
might He nodded In the direction
of Sarahs disappearance. "old rom
savs womin folks that's gentle born air
kinda skittish about havin' shootih
irons araound the place. And don I
reckon it's the part OF men folks to
poster EN-"
Caleb didn't know Just what to say,
so he merely nodded approval Again
he had been made TO feel that 1t was
not q boy, but some little old man, VINO
was explaining to him. silently ne leu
the way upstairs, and after lie had seen
the blanket pack deposited In one cor
ner OF Sarah's beloved guest room.
after he had seen the rusty coat peeled
Off as n preface to removing the DUST
accumulation of the long hot day from
hands and face. an inspiration came TO
him. While the boy was Washing Ut
terly lost TO everything but that none
too simple task. he went out OF tne
room on a still hunt of his own ana
came back presently with the thing Tor
which he had gone searching. he
found the boy wrestling little desper-
atelv with a mop of wavy chestnut
hair, which only grew the more heip-
less with every stroke Of the brush.
ANever mind that" Caleb met the
misappreheusion in the boys eye
Never mind that. And live taken
the liberty of digging out this old can
vas shooting coat It's one got tor