The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-01-25
his ardor nightly as two days Of

his ardor nightly as two days OF
dreary isolation passed by.
Ware tried fishing. but It did not
fill the bill. The cartridges were run
ming and he got down his gun. There
was little zest in the sport, however.
He would start a covey and then list
lessly neglect to take shot before
they were safe in covert.
He would sit down on fallen log,
ostensibly to rest, and rouse himself
from a gloomy and distressing rev.
erie over Leila-always and ever
Leila!
He had not estimated his nearness
to the Lodge until he caught the
sound Of singing and the echo Of man.
dolins. He hurried from the spot with
more vivid sorrowing memories than
ever.
A form dashed off into the under.
brush just then from the direction Of
the Lodge. Ware, scanning its fight,
made out a 1.-THE, graceful feminine
figure. Then 1t had vanished. He
hastened his steps, discerning in the
speedy dash of the person he had
seen some runaway frolic Of guest
Of the Lodge, and he did not wish to
meet any Of them.
He slackened his gait as he got
out Of sight of the Lodge. He yawned
YEARLY as he turned his face toward
the camp. Another long, eventless
day promised. A partridge whirred
over his head and beyond. He thought
of dinner and raised his fowlingpiece.
The bird was diving into a nest Of
underbrush as he fired. II escaped
scatheless, but as the small shot
ratified among the bushes shrill,
piercing scream rang out.
Great heavens! have shot some.
body!" cried Ware in CONSERVATION.
He threw down his gun and dashed
anxiously toward the brush. He part.
ed the bushes. There, hiding her face
rocking to and fro in mortal terror,
was the girl he had seen running
from the Lodge-he recognized her
dress at once.
you are hurt-I fired, not knowing
there was anyone near-Leila!"
In stupefaction he scanned the face
Of the girl as her hands were with.
drawn. She turned deathly white.
She uttered strangely enigmatical
| sentence
1T is fate!"
For the space OF fully minute
| NM ttlo vIx tro ~ " u
met, stood staring, spellbound.
Il was only frightened" taltered
Leila TREMENDOUSLY. 81 was-was run
ming away, and heard footsteps, and
hid"
From whom-why?" inquired Ware
in sheer mystification.
| my mother had traced me. hoped
they would not think of my beine
with my cousins at the Lodge"
"But-your husband?"
81 am not married." she whispered
her glance dropping. 81 ran away
from-from that man. whom l detest
on my wedding day."
again, why?"
She answered him with a furtivt
look, her face crimsoning. His hear
gave a mighty bound. and he asked
calmly, "Shall take you back to the
Lodge?"
ITO meet-him!" she cried bitterly
Never! Oh, Randall, Mr.. Ware, ge
Inc away as quick as you can. Surely
am my own mistress. Surely you will
not put me back in that old captivity
when you know-when you know
Could he resist her? Could he mis-
take the timid eyes that pleaded, ye
were abashed?
"If l dared think" he said, that
could offer you my protection, IN
love-"
81 would defy the world!" she cried
They FASTENED like children, ham
in hand, towards the village. TIL
clergyman they visited marveled q
! their trepidation. 1t passed ava
| with both, as, erect manly, feeling
; king with the dearest woman to hir
in the world on his arm, Randall War
left the quaint little parsonage with