The Huttig news., 1916-01-15

An Covered Wagon" to carry such weight. They'll have to be taken out entirely an new ones set"
 T didn't know" returned Sandry frankly; wont they hold back the work?'
 "A day or so. mebbe. We can take the fallers out an put them on with Collins an the rest There's enough down to keep the buckers busy day or two, anyway. We won't lose much.
 Do you think this is the work of the Yellow Pines people, Daily?'
 Sure, said Daily with certainty, they've done worse than this before now Cut our best cable two years ago and twice they've run the dinkey off the track into the slough. They're bad actors
 But what's the usee What do they gain?"
 They want to run us out of the hills. Been at it tor ten years. They re just givin' you a hInt as the new ewner
 The repairing of the damaged roll way was another revelation to the easterner New timbers were brought down and the slantng floor was thick ly underpinl d. Then with pick and shovel the men went at the work of digging out the damaged timbers. The work was heavier. more dangerous and disagreoabIe by reason of the water four feet deep at lew tide, eight al high. which lapped their bases.
 Daily put them at the digging from i the slope side at low tide; but on the second day he stood long running his blunt fingers through his hair, as was his custom when perplexed.
 Sandry had come down from the office and now stood on the track above the rollway looking over the wet country below. At the rollways foot the sluggish ribbon Of tidewater, sullen and discolored, wound up from the south. To the north the valley lifted gently toward the camp and the wilderness beyond.
 Suddenly. Daily" he said, what are you going to do about it?'
 q don't just know The men can't work in the water, and them piles have got to come out But there's way of doin' it. of course"
 Of course," said the customer, and why not so at it from above?"
 The foreman looked at him inquir ing!y
 That left bank of the slough up there is in the form of ridge. Don't h H. ( low tide and dig it through, turning the water into the field wonder? That would leave the slough empty here for the time between high tides. Could you get the timbers out in a few hours?"
 Daily's experienced eye had already taken in every detail of the possibili ties as Sandry talked.
 That's a good scheme, Mir. Sandry.' he said slowly. t'I 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 jules.
 Under Walter Sandry's cool de- meanor there was a small glow of satisfaction sense of having in a 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 gleam as if she had seen that conflict and enjoyed it.
 ''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 suns giving.
 Outside the camp" she asked turn 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 ycu no friends there? No girl friends?"
 She shook her head and he noticed the clean profile. the shape of the small pointed chin. the g cd forehead conflicting with q vague suggestion of neeting wild things in the velvety eyes
 Is there nc one with whom you as,