The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-03-30


thought. what are you? Who are
you? A star In the dusk! The night
wind In the pnes!"
In the flush OF the pregnant moment
he laid his land on her bare arm un-
der the roled-up sleeve her soft arm,
wet with the mist-closlng his fingers
strongly upon 1t. For the enchanted
present she was romance and mys-
terry. and Sandry was beneath its spell
But Siletz looked from his face
down to the hand upon her arm. The
blood rose slowly In her dusky cheeks.
and when she raised her eyes again
they were dim with the same look OF
intoxication as had come with the mad
ness OF the rushing wind on Black
Bolts back.
YES" she said dreamily. II am the
Night Wind. That's what they call me
my friends the Indians. But how
did you know"
Il didn't Just heard the words In
M neart They are right"
He did not remoye his hand. and
silence fell between them while they
stood gazing into each others eyes.
Sandry saw the heavy look In hers. the
dull fire that bespoke very drunken
ness Of emotion, and in another mo
ment he had lost his head. Without
thought. as simply as the first runner
OF those forests took what he wanted,
he leaned forward and kissed her,
softly, lightly. on her smooth cheek
Her eyes darkened perceptlbly and
she covered her face with her hands.
In a sudden great embarrassment
Saudry stood silent beside her. his
heart pounding and his manhood al
ready upbralding him. Ho searched
his clearing brain for some word OF
apology. some contrite expression. but
found none. and the next moment
could not in any case have spoken It;
for Siletz lifted her face and II was
glorifed. The intoxication had drifted
away from her features leaving them
bare in the utter simplicity Of the pri
mevaI woman, and there was in them
a white fire OF self.surrender.
Without word-and Sandry knew
instinctiyely that she could not speak
she turned to Black Bolt, threw the
reins over his head, crouched beside
him on a little lift Of moss and Ieaped
upward He watched her land on the
horses blanketed back with that in
imitable grace OF the wild. turn and
ride swiftly down one Of the mysterl.
Gus paths whose nodding ferns closed
after her. Coosnah. following with a
1.-the rolling OF all his huge muscles,
cast q lowering glance backward at
the man.
The incident had taken all the help
fulness out of the day and the wilder.
ness, and Sandry wended his way slow
ly back to camp, arriving just in time
for supper Siletz tended the table in
her usual silence, but when she
reached him she was constralnedly
aloof, as If fearing to break a spell by
a word or touch. Once he looked up
at her, striving for recognition, but
she avoided his eyes and to save mis-
life he could not repress the Wild
thrill that had betrayed him in the
hills, though he was conscious OF an
ger flushing hot upon II. lie suffered
a very real humiliation in that he had
so far forgotten his training, his sense
of the fitness OF things, as to kiss this
wild mountain creature. His ances-
trail blood rose up in condemnation.
The next few days we're crowded
full to overnowing with work and ne
laid aside all personal perplexities.
The first raft OF logs. a great cigar
shaped monster. laced together In all
it's length and breadth with giant
chains, lay in the backwater at Toledo
ready for its voyage into the world be
yond.
A crew Of river drivers was picked
from among the men and all was in
readiness save for a draft Of direc-
tions which was to be given, along
with the raft. into the custody Of Cap
tain Graftz of the long dun-colored
steamer that would stand in across
the bar at Newport on the twenty
sixth.
Sandry thrilled with contemplation
Of the great reddish brown floor,
slightly raised in the center. sioping
gently to the sides, Its building had
been a thing OF wonder TO him. It
would In all probability scatter TO the
ends of the earth, and its worth ran
well into five figures. He watched its
departure, an impressive matter OF
sluggish rising with the tide. OF al.
most i'm p.rceptible motion and then OF
majestic speed that carried il west
ward toward the ocean. Then he
turned back to his logging camp with
heightened Joy in the new life.
That night he wrote to the white
haired gentleman who was then going
to bed under silken covers with the aid
OF the faithful Higgins, and his letter
was long and brilliant. touched with
that cheer and hope, that light OF
awakening strength and ability which
was beginning to stir his heart to its
foundation
"Ah!" said Mr.. Wilton Sandry whep
he got that letter. looking down ON the
pageant of Riverside drive In its win
ter livery, what boy he is! What a
son! The metal is beginning to ring
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