The Dolores star. [volume] (Dolores, Montezuma County, Colo.) 1901-current, 1916-12-29

sAAe1as. anl had ~ sersscAsa ost HI
arms, she would have shaken her heaA
YEARLY On abstract resolves and come
into their embrace. But he was NOT
there.
In the quaint conversation OF the
Widow Everson and her sons JuanltA
found 10 much OF the amusing that she
had to school herself against too great
an appreciation Of their utterly unin-
tentioaAl humor. Though she was .
-fotched-on woman" to - taken on
probation. It was only . matter q
hours before the family capitulated. ~
people in general had fashion Of do
ing under the spell Of her graciousness
and charm. Jerry Everson. whom men
accounted surly. for the nrst time In
years brushed his shapeless hat and
remembered not to hang II on the
floor" and Sim Everson HE'D him into
the misty woods at dawn and brought
homo squirrels for her frst breakfast
In his house.
In the forenoon Of her hrst day she
left the house and, crossing the tiny
garden where the weeds were already
growing tall and rank enough to hint
OF future ragged victory, she made her
way by . narrow trail that led to the
crest Of the ridge. ~ vgtst-
Juanita was steering her course for
. pstriarchal poplar that sent .
straight shaft heavenward at the rim
OF the crest, opening It's verdure like =
great nag. unfurled on . mighty para
pet. She knew that up there she
could look two ways across the divide.
and that her battle-ground would be
spread before her. 5F
She looked to the east. and line after
line Of hills melted into the sky. She
looked to the west. and there. too. they
rose, phalanx on phalanx. to dissolve
In . smoky haze that efRaced the hori-
con. II seemed as II In . majesty Of
"reminiscences they reached from sun
rise to sunset. and 30. as far a. the
locked-in life Of their people went.
they might
She stood there . long while. and
finally she saw. where for q space the
road ran near the brick house. un.
shielded BY the woods, q struggling
little cortege. At Its front rode .
stoop-shouldered man in whom. even
At that far distance. she thought she
recognized the missionary. Behind
him came . few horsemen riding in
two squads. and between the squads
crawled = "jolt-wason" drawn by
mules. She knew that the Haveys
were bringing back to the frontier the
enemy's dead, and she shuddered at
the cold reality.
It may have been three hours later
that Good Anse Talbot rode up to
the Widow Everson's. When the girl.
who had returned long ago from the
crest. came out to meet him at the
door she found him talking there with
Milt McBriar. who had also ridden up.
but from the other direction.
"Anse Havey lows" the preacher
was saying. that he hes done fetched
home Their body Of little Nash Watt.
an tibet Their boy was shot ter death
layin' in Their la'rel hundred PAGES
from the winder whar Cal Douglas was
q standin!"
1--WE done already acknowledged
thet." declared Milt in . voice into
which crept trace Of truculent sui
lenness.
The missionary nodded. Il hain't
quite through yit, Milt." he went on
evenly. and the girl who stood lean.
ing against the door.frame, caught for
an instant q sparkle of zealot earnest.
ness in his weary eyes.
| 0A~.o a. ,.,trIs~p A.. t.,.~
on this truce. He's willin' ter stand
pledge tibet Their Haveys keeps faith.
But I'm a preacher Of the Gawspel OF
God. Milt. and don't low ter be no
go-between without both Of you men
does keep faith"
Milt McBriar stiffened resentfully
and his dark brows drew together un.
der his hat brim.
Does ye doubt tibet I'll do what !
says?" he inquired In q voice too soft
for sincerity.
The missionary did not drop his
steady and compelling eyes from the
gaze direct. 1t was as II he were read
ing through the pupils Of the other and
searching the dark heart.
II aims ter see tibet ye both starts
out fair. Milt," he said. still quietly
AN ter tibet end aims ter admonish
ye both on Their terms Of this meetin
atween ye."
For an instant Milt McBriar's sem.
blance Of calm reflectiveness slipped
from him and his voice rose raspingly.
did Anse Havey learn ye tibet
: speech?" .s
Good Anse Talbot shook his head
patiently.
mo. told Anse Their same thins
I'm a-tellin' you. Neither Anse neI
: Their four men that fetches Their body
will hev any sort Of weepon abou,
'em when they comes acrost tibet stile
} Ye've got ter give me yore hand tibet
} none of yore men hain't goin' ter be