The Huttig news., 1916-03-04

Jersey. There was none to observe her on the sunny Siletz road behind the low growth of spruce, and when she strolled down the little meadow again toward the cook-shack, that par tieular letter lay safe inside the bosom of her dress
 She went straight to the south room. entered and closed the door Her hands trembled violently, but there was no compunction for what she was about to do in her heart. She was pretty well armed with knowledge that would give her a hold on Sandry, in case she was forced to use it, but here, she believed, would be proof pos itive the actual written word that she might hold before his eyes in some hard event of the future
 With strong excitement she slit the envelope, drew out the sheet and be- gan to read. Faster and faster came her hot breath, redder and redder grew her cheeks, while triumph spar kled in her eyes. She moved slightly 1 on her slippered feet. little motion of satisfaction that set her garments whispering-as when the tiger, scent ing It's prey, squirms before the leap.
 With eager haste she sat down at her typewriter and began to write. When she had finished an hour later. after long intervals of study. there lay under her hand a very creditable brief of the famous Whitby case-a verba- tim copy of President Whitbys last letter. concise history of Walter San. dry's life since college, the notes in the red morocco book. plainly speei. fed as his delirious words, and a copy of this letter to Musseldorn. Taken together, they made a chain of deduc- tions so plain and simple as to be condemning evidence.
 At that moment Sandry himself, | stepping near the south window. called her to come out and see the Siletz squaws with their pyramids of bas- kets going down 10 Toledo At his [ voice she laid jealous hand over the papers. hurredly pushed them back for safety, and rose. But Fate that had been waiting, gave overimpetus to the cautious motion and showed them little too far back so that they hung In the small space between the type writer stand and the wall-hung ten. tatively until the wind from the clos. ing door, which, as if it. too, were in conspiracy, did not latch. caught them and pulled them down to the clean, rag-carpeted floor
 Come, S1etz,' called Sandry as they started for the roed to intercept the basket-bearers, but Siletz, sitting in the west door with her chin Tn her eupped palms. shook her head.
 The heat was intense for the coast country, dry and brilliant, and the hills were blue as turquoise. She watched Sandry and Miss Ordway for a long time as they picked among the treasures from the tide-iands, and pres ently they fell in with the small. brown omen and all disappeared around the bend in the Giletz road.
 The aching fury began to rise in her at thought of those two, alone. leav ing the women, idling back together Perhaps they would climb the hills for a way, and sit ogether-perhaps- | here the sadness fell upon her that said she was unworthy.
 Had he not kissed her, and was she not his woman? His eyes were true. and they had spoken things that bade 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, pantng with the heat. He i leaned against the iamb of the door to the little south room. scratching | luXuriously. and promptly jumped as | the door swung swiftly inward Again | Fate smil | impishly and sent at that suspicious moment the first good breeze Of the warm day sucking up the valley. It caught the papers on the floor under the typewriter table