Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-01-07
THE HEARTO OF
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A STORY OF THE GREAT NORTH VEST
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Sandry's eyes smarted under blind
ing tears. His chin was q%uiverine
with the mighty emotions that swelled
his heart to bursting and his scorched
and blackened hands chung, trembling
to Siletz' skirt.
"See, little onei I come at last to
your God above the seal Take my
hand that we may go together, and
pray"
But the girl raised a calm face to
the u~nspeakable heavens-a face in
E, which all struggle had been stilled,
where there was neither hope nor fear,
only great content.
NO." she said, 81 cannot pray for
l have no soul. I have lost it as the
price of love-"
The man could not speak and she
answered the look in his face.
1--WE will go together. You have had
no God. 1 have forsworn mine. We
will go to hell-it is the right law
the sure and just wage of sin," she
was falling into the stately Bible Ian
guage, taking on the simple dignity of
the Preachers way and manner, but
we will go together. I give my soul
to you."
Biting his ashen lips Sandry rose on
his knee and gathered her into his
arms. He held her to him with all the
yearning OF his breaking heart and
buried his face in her throat.
The dull rumbling again broke
through the bowling of the storm OF
fire that was fast surging its way to
the cup among the peaks.
Behold the Hog Back running out
from the jumbled peaks, a blade be-
tween the surges far below. Behold a
great black horse, carrying a double
burden, staggering blindly.
See a mammoth mongrel who tugs
at the rein tied to his collar and
strains to follow the dim trail which
calls only to the heavy muzzle hugging
the earth.
And listen! A woman's golden voice,
shrill with exquisite agony.
Help! Help! My God! Oh, my
God! I'm choking! l can't breathe!
Save me! Save me, Hampden! You
great brute, can't you do something's"
In her wildness she turned and struck
the man behind her and she never
knew that her beautiful hand was red
with the blood of his wound.
AS Hampden looked into her face,
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eyes softened. He knew how slim the
odds that they would beat the flames
to the foot of the trail. Also he knew
In that moment that they would never
make it.
YES" he said, swiftly, there is
somethin' | can do" He slid off the
horse. With heavy hands he seized
the skirt Oh the woman's gown and
ripped it from her, tearing 1t into
strips which he wound about her ano
fastened securely to the saddle horn
When you come to tn Hog Bach
shut yer eyes an don't look down
He'll take you all right. Now-Good
bye"
He stepped back, then caught hel
arm for one fieeting second.
Poppy girl" he said hoarsely, kiss
me-just once. I'm done for, but
love you. My God! How l love you!'
But Poppy Ordway shook his hant
loose and shrieked to the horse, which
started forward with renewed heart
under the lighter load.
Out upon the two-foot blade Of the
Hog Back crept Coosnah, his Ions
body fiattened to the rock, his pail
eyes contracted to pin-points.
Black Bolt stopped at the awful
point where the spine left the noun
tain, trembling in every limb, ant
snorted with fear. Far below in thu
sea of smoke long red streamer'
licked up toward them and blazing
torches lighted them like searchlights
But the dog pulled ahead on the Ions
reins, as he was hidden to do. HI
was going home, faithful, wistful by
brid that he was.
And the horse was of that flint
mettle which does it's best in the fac
of danger. Therefore he shook him
self slightly, gathered his feet ant
stepped out carefully on the marrow
path. Almost fainting, the woman II
the saddle shut her eyes and chung tt
the saddle horn, every nerve in he
body stretched to the utmost and he
breath held hard.
Once she swayed, opened her eye
unconsciously, and saw the pine top
far below where a cross-gust of wine
blew the smoke aside.
CHAPTER XXI.