Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1916-02-17
The Young Commissioner Was Un
easily Searching His Offices.


long time as they picked among the
treasures from the tide-lands, and pres
emily they fell in with the small, brown
women and all disappeared around the
bend in the Siletz road
The aching fury began to rise in her
at thought of those two, alone, eav-
ing the women, idling back together.
Perhaps they would climb the hills for
way, and sit together-perhaps-
here the sadness fell upon her that
said she was unworthy.
Had he not kissed her, and was she
and they had spoken things that babe
her be calm. Not yet had she learned
the lesson of his greatness that kept
him always so quiet and sane, even
in trouble.
There came a step beside her, soft
step padding on the worn, bare floor
and Coosnah came from the east
porch, painting with the heat He
leaned against the jamb of the door
to the little south room. scratching
luxuriously. and promptly jumped as
the door swung swiftly inward Again
Fate smiled impishly and sent 8. that
suspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
the valley 1t caught the papers on
the floor under the typewriter table
fiuttered them daringly. and with a
whistle and whoop bore them tum-
bling out across the swept boards of
the eating-room floor, to lodge against
the rocker of Mas little chair.
The girl in the doorway turned,
reaching out half-unwilling hand to
save her rivals property. Not yet had
Siletz learned tenth of Sandry's
code else she would have folded the
packet and laid it aside.
Instead, with the freedom of camp
life and utter innocence, she began
to read wonderingly at first, then. as
she saw Sandry's name, with hushed
breath and parted lips. When she had
finished the first part she paused and
stared out across the slipping lift OF
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat. Puzzled, but half
comprehending. yet filed with name
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandry's
letter.
Daily's Camp. Toledo. July 20, 49,
John Fl. MuSSeldorn-
The time of restitution has begun AS
you made the structure of my fathers
fortune but a Quilted and empty shell. SO
you alone have the knowledge and the
cunning to fill 1t to its former substance.
unknown, to the outside world. Wilton
Sandry is gone, but his pride remains
and It must be upborne. Here is the re-
mittance which ! told you would some
day be forthcoming Take, 1t and obtain
you sold. squandering the money. Put 1t
IN my name as part of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you ha1s to face
70 get it,get u, This is tnfs Sat. Re-
member that those proofs. whtc.s you and
your accomplish thought destroyed are
safe in my possession.
'From time to time you will be called
upon TO manage the buying back OF ley-
cry piece of property. every horse on the
breeding farms. every stock and bond
that you. under the power -of-attorney
which an honorable and trusting old man
invested in you when he could no longer
be about; sold-for your own profit.
his death.
AS had no mercy on James B. Whit
by for his share with you in the infam-
cusly legitimate deals which made Will
ton Sandry an unconscious pauper, SO
VIII | have no mercy on you. You know
becausesof it. So far so good. + shall ex
pect the deed to the Meadowlands Farms
as speedily as it can he arranged
WALTER SANDRY.
Trembling with premonition of dis
aster to Sandry Siletz sat holding
the strange documents A great anger
began to well in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons of
her blue shirt and dropped the folded
packet inside its blouse.
On the Siletz road Sandry and Miss