The Huttig news., 1916-01-22

Hiil lO tue camp.
 CHAPTER II-walter sandry introduces himself to John Daily foreman. as .dhe D1llingworth Lumber Co.,. or most of it. |.
 CHAPTER III-Sandry makes acquaint- ance with the camp and the work he has come from the East to superintend and make successful.
 CHAPTER IV-Sandry wisely decides to leave immediate supervision in the hands of Daily and writes to his father that he intends to get handful of the wealth in the uncut timber of the region.
 CHAPTER v-Sandry gives Siletz per mission to ride Black Bolt his saddle horse.
 CHAPTER vI-Sandry Tn an emergency finds himself no lumberman, but proves Judgment. Siletz tells Sandry of the Preacher.
 For moment Sandry's head whirled and sort of nausea came over him. Then he became conscious of her dark eyes, level and calm, upon his face and a thrill that sent the blood pounding in his veins shot through him The mighty trees around them, the eternal majesty of the hills under the intimate gray sky, the girl in her trim, sensible attire of blue shirt, short skirt and boots, with that sudden revelation of the wild about her, combined to sug gest the unreal, the mysterious. the lawless; in a flash he understood her silences, her calm, her occasional stilted modes of speech, and her whimsicalities.
 "Why-why-S S1etz." he stammered, following out the train of his illumined thought, what are you? Who are you? A star in the dusk! The night wind in the pines,"
 In the flush of the pregnant moment he laid his hand on her bare arm un der the rolled-up sleeye-her soft arm, wet with the mist-closing his fingers strongly upon 1t. For the enchanted present she was romance and mys- tery, and Sandry was beneath it's spell.
 But Siletz looked from his face down to the hand upon her arm. The blood rose slowly in her dusky cheeks, and when she raised her eyes again they were al with the same look of intoxication a. i'd come with the mad ness of the rushing wind on Black Bolts back.
 Yes" she said dreamily, 'I am the Night Wind. That's what they call me my friends the Indians. But how did you know?"
 '.I didn't just heard the words in my heart. They are right.
 He did not remove his hand, and silence fell between them while they stood gazing into each others eyes. Sandry saw the heavy look in hers, the dull fire that bespoke very drunken ness of emotion, and in another mo- ment he had lost his head. Without thought, as simply as the first runner of those forests took what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed her, softly. lightly, on her smooth cheek. Her eyes darkened perceptibly and she covered her face with her hands.
 In a sudden great embarrassment Saudry stood silent beside her, his heart pounding and his manhood al ready upbraiding him. He searched
 
 apology, some contrite expression, but found none, and the next moment could not in any case have spoken 1t; for Siletz lifted her face and it was glorified. The intoxication had drifted away from her features, leaving them bare in the utter simplicity of the pri- meval woman, and tEere was in them a white fire of self-surrender.
 Without a word-and Sandry knew instinctivsly that she could not speak she turned to Black Bolt, threw the reins over his head, crouched beside him on little lift of moss and leaped upward He watched her land on the horses blanketed back with that in imitable grace of the wild, turn and ride swiftly down one of the mysteri' ol paths whose nodding ferns closed after her. Coosnah, following with 1.-the rolling of all his huge muscles cast lowering glance backward at the man.
 The incident had taken all the help fitness out of the day and the wilder ness, and Sandry wended his way slow ly back to camp, arriving just in time for supper Siletz tended the table in her usual silence, but when she reached him she was constrainedly aloof, as if fearing to break spell by a word or touch. Once he looked up at her, striving for recognition, but she avoided his eyes and to save his life he could not repress the wihi thrill that had betrayed him in the hills, though he was conscious of an- ger flushing hot upon it. He suffered a very real humiliation in that he had so far forgotten his training, his sense of the fitness of things. as to kiss this wild mountain creature. His ances- tral blood rose up in condemnation.
 The next few days were crowded full to overfiowing with work and he laid aside all personal perplexities. The first raft of logs, great cigar shaped monster. laced together in all it's length and breadth with giant chains, lay in the backwater at Toledo