Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-01-07

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the outside world?"
"Yes-I know them all-my way.
Sometimes | don't think | want to e
them in their way-the real way. They
might not be so beautiful. The Preach.
er says the glories of the world are a
lure of the Devil. But | don't think SO.
1t don't seem as if God would make
things beautiful and let the Devil have
them to ruin people with-and God
made all things. And we are his best
things"
You believe that?" asked Sandry,
with an odd note in his voice.
Believe it?" said the girl wonder
ingly. "Of course. Don't your"
"Well-it's been a long while since
I've believed anything"
The girl was near to him now, the
dreamy look of her eyes d~issipated in
amazement.
You're lost" she said simply. The
Preacher would say so-even Wahloo-
wah would say so, and old Kolawmie!"
Observation-Disclosures? Who are
they?"
The Indian you saw me
talking to in the glade and an old, old
man of the Silet2. He who believes
nothing will be punished by the Great
Spirit-even as the preacher says in
his way. And the Bible"
That sudden mist in her eyes
touched Sandry.
And SO you would have me believe.
little Sletz?" he asked gently. Tho
mist had thickened under the heavy
lashes, and a look of distress was on
her face where every emotion barred
itself in unguarded innocence to the
observer.
"Oh, dear heaven" she b%reathed,
"yes-oh, yes, you must. Why you
would-you would but she could get
no further with the appalling thought.
And you?" prObed Sandry curious
ly. Have you visions Of the souls re-
ward and punishment? Are you bound
for celestial peace?"
Yes she said solemnly, Il must
save my soul, though | lose the whole
world"
The majestic Bible language cast
over the man a feeling OF smallness
and he dropped his eyes.
All right, Sletz," he said, smooth
ing the braid in his fingers, I'm be-
lieve anything you say-set me up a
totem pole or attend Sunday school at
Toledo. Only forget it. By George,
what a head of hair, If | were a WON
an Id give a thousand dollars for it,"
He lifted the rope and weighed it
critically.
why, what for?" asked Siletz, her
eyes still solemn.
ITO have it, of course. You're dread
fully unsophisticated. Come along"
And swinging the mail sack he
turned toward camp. Siletz came 81
lently at his heels, falling in behind
with a certain instinct, and Sandry
had an unpleasant suggestion Of will
d~erness professions he had seen enter
ing Toledo, enlivened by brilliant hues
and canine %adjuncts. He turned
whimsically for a look 1t the rear.
Coosnah brought it up with a faithful,
ness to detail that was convincing.
At the western door Of the cook:
shack they were met by Miss Ordway,
blooming like a dollhouse plant behind
plate glass, an incongruous element IN
her belted dress of light broadcloth.
She leaned in the doorway with mimi.
table grace, an immaculate hand on
either side.
The wild huntress!" she smiled at
Siletz.
No" said the girl. Il never hunt
| love the deer best in the fern"
"Yes?" said Miss Ordway curiously
and Sandry, kicking the clinging
earth from his caulked boots, saw the
divining spirit of the writer probing
this elemental nature. why? Wouldn't
you be proud of an antlered head with
the mark of your skill between the
eyes?"
Siletz flung out a hand in a quick
gesture.
oh, no. mol could never do it
Unless" she finished, still in that
earnest manner. someone | loved
were starving. Then | could"
Sandry looked at the two sweet
faces, one so lovely in its smiling
amused alertness, the other so aban
doned to the feeling her W words
had stirred, and a deep admiration foI
both filled him.
wild to the wild" he said under his
breath. What are you, little SletZ?
wonder if I'll ever know"
"Sletz,' broke in the foreman, pass
ing in his numbering fashion, the
Preachers comm. | heard today he's
been seen a couple times-once cross
in the Big Slough below the bridge
an once in the hills"
For the first time since he had
known this girl with her varied nature
Sandry saw the swift lighting of girl
ish excitement in her face as she
flashed around at Daily.
on" she cried gladly, how soor
will he be here, | wonder?"
Don't know"
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