The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-01-06

across the Pacific to the west. He
ate like a logger and slept without a
dream.
The dampnees freshened his cheeks
and curled his hair into a riot under
his gray felt hat; and Siletz, glancing
sidewise from under her level brows,
flushed darkly beneath her dusky skin
at the wonderful man-beauty OF him.
She could not forget the day in the
fern glade when he had stopped to
her for that passing kiss. She felt a
constant pulling Of all her nature to
fall in a little way behind and follow
him. This feeling puzzled her and
several times she caught herself al
most in the act when he passed
through the big room. or paced the
length OF the porch.
She fed sugar to Black Bolt, sat on
the seven-foot fir stump on the ridge
with IN arm vel the staid shoulders
OF Coosnah, watched the wonderful
gold lights in Miss Ordway's hair, and
dreamed more than ever. Upon the
Preacher she waited hand and foot.
with a devotion beautiful in it's I'M
consciousness.
Ma Daily went about her business
In an unusual silence; and she, too,
took in all the details of the author
from the East, but with a far different
eye
Don't like her SMILE" she solilo-
quized in the steam of her important
realm, "'tain't thick. It's spread on
mighty thin-like a step-ma's jam"
But to Sandry, when he found one
OF his rare half-hours Of cessation
from the rushing work, that same
smile, brilliant and well-poised and
of the distant world, was a refreshing
wind.
You're working too hard, Mr.. San
dry" Miss Ordway often told him,
why don't you go after this Hamp-
den man."
Haven't time. This contract may
mean the slow gain of years. l must
save it first and by all means"
HIM. I'm keen for the unusual.
There may be a lot IN this. I bellows
I'll do a little investigating. You
know / spoke CT 1t and you said go
ahead"
Il wouldn't mix up with that man,
Miss Ordway. He's the coarsest type
l ever met with"
Trust me- said Miss Ordway brief
ly, and the next moment could have
shaken herself for the s~alf-slangy,
h~alt-boastful expression.
And upon the word she put her in
tention into action, for with her usual
far-sightedness she saw an almost I'M
canny opening and dovetailing Of
plans.
The next DAY but one a itful, blowy,
fearful day, she ventured forth, clad
in a smart suit of corduroy that mad
done service on many a bride path IN
the far metropolis-and she sat Black
Bolt like a soldier! Sandry watched
her go with an unconscious pride in
her urban appearance. She rode
astride i'll his saddle, but though he ad-
mired every line of the splendid pair,
he was conscious OF q comparison
which left something to be desired.
Black Bolt with Siletz swinging drunk
emily to the dip and lift of his running
stride, had been one They had been
the West. This was the East-and 1t
was artificial.
While Sandry stood at the block
watching Miss Ordway cantering down
the valley, he heard a light step be-
hind and Siletz came around the filing
shed. He turned to her, smiling INTO
her eyes, which lighted slowly as they
rested on him.
Where have you been, Little
Squaw?' ne asked.
over the ~hog-back.'
Eight miles! You shouldn't go off
like that, child. Don't you know you
might lose yourself in this wilder
ness2"
Sandry moved slightly and Siletz
glanced across his shoulder down the
valley. A gasp, as of indrawn breath
made him look up.
Her lips were open and intense as
constituent sat upon her face. For a
moment she stared at the distant
rider. Then she whirled, SO swiftly
that one of her long braids whipped
across Sandry's face like a lash, and
dashed into the lean-to.
When she emerged the dark color
had drawn out of her cheeks and lips,
leaving them ashen. Her face worked
and Sandry fell back a step at sight
of her eyes. They were all savage,