The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-04-06

might not be so beautiful. The Preach.
er says the glorIes of the world are a
lure of the Devil But don't think 80.
It don't seem as II God would make
things beautiful and let the Devil have
them to ruin people with-and God
made all things And we are his best
things"
You believe that?" asked Sandry.
with an odd note in his voice.
Believe it?" said the girl wonder
ingly. "Of course. Don't your
"Well-it's been a long while since
I've believed anything"
The girl was near to him now, the
dreamy look of her eyes dissipated in
amazemert
You're lost" she said simply. THE
Preacher would say so-even Wahloo-
wah would say So and old Kolawmie!" :"
"Wahloowah-Ko Who are
they?"
The Indian woman you saw me
talking to In the glade and an old, old
man of the Siletz He who believes
nothing will be punished by the Great
Splrit-cven as the preacher says n
his way. And the Bible"
That sudden mist In her eyes
touched Sandry.
And so you would have me believe,
little S'letz?" he asked gently. The
mist had thickened under the heavy
lashes. and look OF distress was on
her face where every emotion barred
itself In unguarded innocence to the
observer.
"Oh. dear heaven!" she breathed,
"yes-Uh. yes, you must! Wig you
would-you would" but she could get
no further with the appalling thought
And you?" probed Sandry curious.
ly. Have you visions OF the souls re-
ward and punishment? Are you bound
for celestial Leace?'
Yes" she said solemnly, u must
save my soul, though | lose the whole
world"
The majestic Bible language cast
over the man a feeling of smallness
and he dropped his eyes.
IAN right, S1etz." he said, smooth
ing the braid in his fingers, IN be.
lleve anything you say-set mo up a
totem pole or attend Sunday school al
Toledo. Only forget It by George,
what a head of hair! II were a WON
an I'd give a thousand dollars for It! %
He lifted the rope and weighed It
critically.
"Why. what for?" asked Slletz, her
eyes still solemn.
ITO have 1t, of course. You're dread
fully unsophisticated. Come along"
And swinging the mail sack he
turned toward camp. SiletZ came 81
lently at his heels. falling in behind
with u certain instinct. and Sandry
had an unpleasant suggestion of will.
derness professions he had seen enter.
ing Toledo eniyened by brilliant hues
and canine adiuncts He turned
whimsicaliy for a look at the rear
Coosnah brought It up with faithfui
ness to detail that was convincing
At the western door of the cook
shack they we're met by Miss Ordway
blooming like a hothouse plant behind
plate glass, an incongruous element IN
her belted dress of light broadcloth
She leaned In the doorway with mimi
table grace. an immaculate hand on
either side.
The wild huntress!" she smiled al
Siletz.
NO" said the girl. Il never hunt
love the deer best in the fern"
"Yes?" said Miss Ordway curlously
and Sandry, kicking the clinging
earth from his caulked boots, saw the
divining spirit of the writer probing
this elemental nature why? Wouldn
you be proud of an antlcred head with
the mark OF your skill between the
eyes?"
Sietz flung out a hand in a quick
gesture.
"Oh. no, mol could never do II
Unless" she finished, still in that
earnest manner. someone loved
we're starving. Then could"
Sandry looked at the two sweet
faces, one so lovely in its smiling
amused alertness. the other so aban
doned to the feeling her own words
had stirred. and deep admiration for
both filled him.
wild to the Wild" he said under his
breath. What are you. little S'letz!
wonder II I'll ever know
"Sletz, broke in the foreman, pass
ing in his numbering fasnlon. the
Preachers comm. heard today he't
been seen a couple times-once cross
in the Big Slough below the bridge
an once in the hills
For the hrst time since he hat
known this girl with her varied nature
Sandry saw the swift lighting OF girl
lsh excitement in her face as she
flashed around at Daily.
OH" she cried gladly, how sool
will he be here. | wonder?"
Don't know
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