Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1916-01-06

And why didn't you verify all pa
pers, MIR. Sandry. when you made the
deal?"
Daily was entirely earnest and I'M
conscious of the effrontery OF his
words. Sandry's hoyish face flushed
painfully.
"lnexperience. he said bluntty;
faith in men. though by all the signs
| should have lost that. and lastly nc
conception that such a thing could be
done. Our first move now, however
is to find Frazer"
Daily shook his head
That new bucker we took on yes
terday in the bunch OF new men told
me last night that Frazer was in
Frisco two weeks ago, and was goin
south. Sailed on the mail boat for
Panama"
Sandry regarded his foreman grimly
out of sparkling blue eyes
Then" he said. after a moment s
thought. we'll save our contract first
and fight for our stumpage later"
He rose and began gathering up the
papers on his desk
AT noon" said he. thinking rapidly
and with astonishing ease in this, his
first business crisis, you will take
every man off the present work. We
} will build no more trail toward the
East Belt now. Instead we will lay
| trop ly 70 CT YnCcihlo infn No TIM
Der at the head OF the valley there to
the north You know that contract
calls for six million feet of logs to be
in raft at Yaquina bay by the sixteenth
of March If it is not there we lose
our big profits and the connection with
this powerful company. Now get busy. "
Speculation and comment were rife
in camp when Daily announced at
noon that all work along present lines
was to be dropped and that all hands
were to fall to laying track to the
north.
by jingo." grumbled Collins openly.
we're gettin' scairt out by tn Yella
Pines! Eff it amt plumb disgustin' !"
NlulL. CIleu jim ANVIL Guy lSI a
bunch O. cutthroats call us cutters?
What's eatin' you, John?"
Orders" said the ,reman warning
ly, and the men buzzed like nest OF
hornets. Among the old hands at the
camp it was almost personal affair
and they took it to heart, critieiztng
with that freedom which characterized
their kind and laying the blame upon
the new owner, the tenderfoot from
the East Feeling at the abrupt CIV
ing up of operations at Hampton 8
threats ran so high that three old
timers including Smith the hook
tender, a jewel in the crown of any
logging camp-rolled down their
sleeves and called for their time.
Cant stand the atmosphere" said
little Smith, settling his round. mar
row-brimmed felt hat trife forward
on his bullet head. its gettin' too cul'
tured. Wen be asked to stop swearin
next. an eatin' with our spoons. Me
fer tn timber right. don't like civil
cation"
Let them go" said Sandry grimly
"Pll learn how and tend hook myself
if necessary"
Days slipped by so swiftly that San
dry scarce found time to count them
and they we're all too short, He was
out before day had even crept up the
eastern slopes of the great Cascades
and was still going when it died hal
across the Pacific to the west He
ate like logger and slept without &
dream.
The dampness freshened his cheeks
and curled his hair into a riot under
his gray felt hat; and Siletz glancinG
sidewise from under her level brows
} flushed darkly beneath her dusky Skin
at the wonderful man-beauty of him
She could not forget the day in tht
fern glade when he had stopped t.
her for that passing kiss She felt {
constant pulling of all her nature tt
fall in little way behind and follow
him. This feeling puzzled her ant
several times she caught herself al
most in the act when he passed
through the big room, or paced thu
length of the porch.
She fed sugar to Black Bolt, sat OF
the seven-foot fir stump on the ridge
with an arm over the staid shoulder
of Coosnah, watched the wonderful
gold lights in Miss Ordway's hair, ant
dreamed more than ever Upon thu
Preacher she waited hand and foot
with a devotion beautiful in it's III
consciousness.
Ma Daily went about her bushes
in an unusual silence; and she, toe
took in all the details Of the autho
from the East, but with far differen
eye.
Don't like her SMILE" she solilt
, quized in the steam of her importan
, realm. faint thick. It's spread o
mighty thin-like step-ma's JAM
But to Sandry, when he found on
of his rare half-hours Of cessatio
, from the rushing work, that sam
smile. brilliant and well-poised an
I of the distant world. was refreshin
Q wind.