The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-01-20
CHAPTER XIII.
The Red Bar on the Waters.

those millions of trees. For its own
sake, the pursuit of Hampden was be-
ginning to enthrall her professional
passion under her lashes, a sleepy look
of anticipation, as she glanced side
wise at Sandry on the step beside
her.
Il may be away a week-maybe q
month. I'll drop you a line occa-
sionally."
A yearning sense of loss and loneli-
ness gripped Sandry as he took her
hand at parting, lending to his clasp
an unwonted t~ightness, and to his
voice a sense of huskiness. She was
home and the things thereof, this
woman who was an orchid among the
pines, and with her going went some
thing he had scarcely realized, yet
which he would sorely miss.
The camp seemed more than usually
dreary in the days that followed. The
fog ribbons twined and twisted con
tinually along the hills, the pines
brought their marching ranks closer
in upon the shrinking valley, and San
dry was taken with an acute attack of
the blues.
"S'letZ," he said abruptly as he met
the girl n noon at the pump, will
you ride with me tomorrow? It's Sun
day and we can take a lunch. What
do you say?"
She did not meet his eyes, her own
somber ones glancing down the slough.
Yes she said quietly.
They were up betimes the following
morning. Ma Daily cooked an early
breakfast and Sandry sat down for the
first time with the girl at table. Con-
versation languished until a gentle
tread sounded on the floor and the
Preacher came in, his delicate face
aglow from the touch of icy water.
John Daily, too, numbered in at the
same moment.
sleep well, father?" he asked.
las always, son. The lowering of
Gods hand is like the sound of many
wings-hushing-ah, so hushing. Isn't
it SO,-ah-ah-l have forgot
The pathetic, childlike eyes searched
Sandry's face in straining inquiry.
What is it would remember" he
asked p!aintively.
Nothing, father. 1t is all we'll"
Siletz haG pushed back the bench for
him. Now she laid her slim hand low
ingly upon mis- and looked in his face,
a smile curving up the lips above the
broken sign. AS the two hands lay
upon the oilcloth Sandry noticed them
one white and fine veined and shape
ly, with the slender, pointed fingers Of
a dreamer-the other olive and shape
ly and with the same s]lim-pointed fin
gers.
Alike" he unused, how very much
alike. Why, they are counterparts!"
AS he led Black Bolt to the hammer.
block for Siletz to mount he heard
snatches Of song from the clubhouse.
Collins was outside, stretching a fresh
deerhide against the planks
The owner turned in his saddle and
looked back at the camp-his camp
as they trotted away down the green
valley. It lay Struggled tight against
the pine-clad hills, a primitive force in
q primitive country, and he thrilled to
it's suggestion. AS they passed the
lower ~rollway he stopped and sur
veyed the brown slough, a solid floor
of logs as far as he could see, even I'M
til it lost itself between it's low, tule-
edged banks.
Fine" he said aloud, "our logs are
drifting clear to the backw&ter at To-
ledo. Well meet our date all right"
"Ot course" said Siletz, and it was
the first word she had spoken.
At q natural clearing they reined in
to breathe the horses, and Sandry
turned TO the girl.
"Sletz," he said, tell me now it IS
that you have lived all your life so
near the ocean and nave never seer it.,
when you have wanted to so much?"
The rare smile lighted her face and
she turned 20 hin.
81 was afraid she said.
What? Afraid! Afraid of what?"
"Of how it might look in truth. l
know how it 4ooks IN my own pictures.
lit might not-look the same"
For a moment the man was silent
before the subtle ~fineness of the
thought, amazed to find it IN this SIM
pie child of the logging country.
And why now" he asked curiously.
Why do you go now?"
You co. said Siletz as simply as
Kolawmie would speak in his govern
ment cabin at the reservation 10 the
north.
You're a great dreamer. SIetz,"
said Sandry.
She nodded.
The horses, having taken their re-
quired rest. started forward OF their
own will after the manner Of hill-bred
horses. and silence prevailed, save for
the swish and slip of the iron-shod
hoofs. It took an hour to reach the
! crest of the range.