The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-04-20

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but don't Just fancy your knowing
this Hampden man. Hes--hes coarse
and bad. Miss Ordway."
But isn't II worth little risk?
What big thing Is ever accomplished
without some riskf And think, Mr.
sandry-isnt Hampden trying to ruin
the Dillingworth company In other
words, to ruin your"
There was a tlngllng. suggestive tim
bre in her low voice, a subtle. fatter.
ing tone that thrilled the young owner
strangely
Miss ordway," he said admiringly,
"as a mans friend you're simply
greatl"
Il may have to make frequent de-
mands on Black Bolt" she said fur
ther, for l cannot navigate in your
deluged valleys. I'm a poor mariner"
"S-sh.h!" warned Sandry. you don't
want to speak about this climate that
way Why, haven't you noticed that
the Oregon mist doesn't wet through"
They laughed together after the
fashion Of youth and health, though at
the last turn OF words he felt a vague
uneasiness. He remembered Sietz
dark face between her braids aud the
tears falling on her cheeks.
Poor little gir!" he said to him.
self. And on Thursday OF that week
another horse made its appearance at
the camp. a wiry long-llmbed bay,
picked up at Toledo.
This is for you. Miss Ordway," he
told the novelist 80 you may come
and 90 at will. No one will have him
when you wish to ride. You can al
ways put your hand on a mount at
moments notice. Black Bolt Is SO
frequently gone when you might need
him"
So Il came about that the young
woman from the East went after
Hampden," and the sharp. crude man
OF the hills was TO be no match for
her. BY another week she could not
fare forth upon the road to the Siletz. |
ride into Toledo where she was O
matter OF wonder In her beauty and |
her smart clothes, or take the least |
canter on the rangy bay but what |
Hempden met her-by the merest |
chance. She was q revelation to him. |
In his crude way he was soon at the /
point where he would have laid down |
bis world for her little finger, and I'm
his loosefbered soul he swelled with
self-approval beneath her notice.
What delicate fattery she employed
only she herself knew. It was suH.
cicnt at least, for he unwound to her
his somewhat eveutful and picturesque
life with the simplicity Of a child.
They rode and talked. traversing the
lonely ways, piercing the mist thread.
Ing trails where llampden had to ride
close at her side TO keep the wet foil.
age out OF her face and she saw the
passion growing In him to the point
1t idolatry-which G.led her soul with
-ioting laughter
IN get TIN get ~" she told her
self, and there was no place IN the uni
verse so interesting as this rain
soaked country, this land OF mysterl.
1us operations
What are these little. deserted
luts?' she asked him one day when
hey had climbed high on a wooded
ridge and come upon a tiny cabin, win.
iowless and rooted with shakes. I've
seen several Of them"
"Homesteaders cabin, he answered |
"Ah-and where's the homestead?
'or goodness sake, did any man over
intend a woman to live here?
Well he said reluctantly, you 500
that is.-no They don't often come
iere to live. This here's a snap"
"Ah-yes'-there was note OF
'ague puzzlement in Poppys golden
'oice-"and what Is thatl"
why, a feller comes up an takes
claim-proves up on IT, you know
,ets ms patent-an' then sells out.
}eIinquishes his right to the buyer
"Oh-nnd this Is only a temporary
arrangement" She waved q hand
round at the dreary clearing among
be lesser growth. The man who
,uilt this didn't intend to stay at the
And who was smart enough
nough TO buy him on when he got
ired Of staying, wonder?"
u did" said Hampden promptly
.ushIng at the imputation OF brains.
Easy" said Miss Ordway to her
ELF Aloud she said wonderingly:
Well what do you know about
hat! fancy you made a pretty pile
IT will-out Of such a deal. Mr. Hamp
en? Just think Of the perfect oceans
nd oceans OF pretty clothes even q
ozen o, these great trees would buv!
'ardcn-l think In clothes because /
ove tliem."
The Difference Of that pardon" did
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