Cheyenne record., 1916-07-20
A STORY OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST

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The foreman looked At him induir-
fngly. III.
/ THAT left bank Of the slough up
there ID in the form of ridge Don't
you think we could set crew at 1t At
low tide and dig it through. turning
the water into the field yonderi' That
would leave the slough empty here for
the time between high tides. Could
you get the timbers out in . few
hours?" :. 4s.sf II
Daily's experienced eye had already
taken in every detail of the possibili-
ties as Sandry talked.
That's good scheme. Mr.. Sandry."
he said slowly. II believe it'll work" :"
So 1t was that the first practical sug-
gestion Of the new owner was set into
action. .-s-s q
The whole crew of the camp was
brought out Of the. hills and set to
work and the damaged rollway was 10,
paired as good as new. the break In
the west bank filed. the slough rum
ming fulIiagain and nothing to show
for the trouble but the flooded field OF
tules. 80 s4e t;t' .@dt
7, Under Waiter .sandry's ,.eodl de-
meanor there was small glow of
satisfaction. sense Of having fnn,a
way redeemed himself 4,
+ At supper time sii9ts. moving be-
tween the tables. iaughed to-. herself.
softly. and her dark eyes .upde4t the
little shadow of, her parted hair held
q sparkling .gleap as II she had Seen
that conflict and enjoyed IT. I;lp:35
i "Siletz," said the owner, coming IN
suddenly from the east porch after the
men had tramped heavily away to the
.bunkhouse. whom do you know out
side this camp?" ~
She was alone in the big ,spotless'
kitchen, her sleeves rolled up from her
armA slim and brown with smooth
color that was of the suns giving.
Outside the camp?" she asked, turn
ing to him for a moment. stopped in
some task Of the, aftermath of the
meal. "why-nobody."
Don't you ever go down to Toledo?"
Sandry was leaning in the doorway,
his bright blue eyes upon her.
Sometimes"
Have you no friends theref No
girl friends7" i5t i
She shook her head and he noticed
the, clean profile, the shape of the
small pointed chin, the good forehead
conflicting with . vague suggestion of
fieeting wild things In the veltety
eyes. 4 -
"Is there no one with whom you A.
isodate outside the camp? Think"
.S9ddeniy there passed over her fsa-
tttSs . quick 'cbsnEe. He could lfken
N f6nothing ,bpt;a wind on the SURFACE
ofwater, Just = breath of change.
Only the Brhanher." she said with
Z sSM slgtFng of softness ini'her-
!, :Ths prTeacher." p
"You donf.k know him. He only comSs
sometimes: He WAS here Just befors
you came" 3
"Who is hot" asked sandry curious
ly.
Il don't know. Nobody knows. But
I love him."
"The Preacher" he said to himself
little later in the bare south room un-
der the dripping caves. HIN! The
bltie- course. ''-
With 9 new interest he picked up
the quaint old book of Holy Writ and
let itTfall open in his hands as It had
way Of doing.
Out from that marvellous song OF IN
inspired soul. the Psalms, there looked
his answer, as he was to know in an
other day. the truest answer that could
have heen piven to hfa .ulleatfou.
Who shall ascend into the hill of the
Lord? Or who shall stand in his holy
placer He that hath clean hands and a
pure heart; who hath not lifted up his
soul unto vanity. nor sworn deceitfully.
], With an odd feeling of truth struck
from the page he closed the book and
laid 1t gently down on the white cloth.
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