The Huttig news., 1916-01-22

Sandry on Edge. take that shack to pieces just as quick as you know how. Don't leave trace. Bring the timbers away and start felling from that end to meet the traiL'
 As the foreman went among the men picking his crew, Sandry turned down across the slough toward the of flee. Once settled at his desk, he took out the records of the Dillingworth company and began a systematic search for word of the narrow tract of hill and timber between the camp and the fine East Belt
 When Daily returned at quitting time to report the demolition of the cabin and the start of the new cutting, he had found nothing.
 That's strange" he said uneasily. Are these all the records, Daily? Has anything ever been destroyed? I can find nothing bearing on this piece of land, and yet the statement turned over to me by Frazer distinctly says that everything from the southwest section corner here at the camp within a radius of five miles north and east belongs to us, with numbers, and all data. What does this Hampden mean, and what sort of a tract Is this strip? l see no mention made of it."
 "No-that strip was part Of the East Belt. The company bought 1t fouI year ago from a busted speculator I who sold 'em first the north stumpage an then this at sacrifice price. That's why Hampden's always ben so sore over it. He wanted it himself. Stafford, the speculator name was. A smooth man from the East. There was some hitch about titles--specially about this here strip, an the deal hung fire for some time an Hampden danced war dance, he was so blame anxious to knock it, but old Frazer beat him to it an won out. Finally it was settled an the strip come under the East Belt deed"
 "Oh l see." said Sandry. shifting a sheaf of papers. Here it is Well, that's a relief. And now for this Mis- ter Hampden."
 But Hampden was for himself and with vengeance.
 That evening Sandry met Siletz across the little meadow back of the camp, where he had gone for the mail sack left swinging on the forked stick set up beside the county road. It had been very wet day, with heavier showers than usual, and the veils Of fnr nI, lou al hi Tto little drops of mist were thick on her flannel shirt and on the two braids which hung down across her breast, round and girlish under the clinging woolen garment. AS she came up to him he noticed the look of her eyes, and knew that something had stirred the emotions beneath that quiet ex- terior.
 Been up or the ridge?" he asked. vexed that it should take a slight eff fort to keep his voice to the common place. This girl in her natural setting always took him out of the everyday. affected him like play with lowered lights, soft music and alien scenes.
 Yes she said drcamily falling in. to the whimsical speech that only es- capped her when she stood apart on the hills. or listened to the pines, Tt came tonight
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 Sandry had gone little way to meet her and the camp was shut from sight by clump of spruce new growth and LOW branched
 Yes-the light. Oh, the great lights red and gold and purple. When the sun breaks through just at the last. And 1 know the ocean is under it. blue and purple, too, like the hills. Some day Ill see it..
 You picture these things, don't you?" he said. "the things you have never seen-the sea and the cities and the outside world?"
 "Yes=I know them all-my way. Sometimes I don't think want to sec them in their way-the real way They might not he so beautiful. The Preach CT says the glories of the world are a lure of the Devil But l don't think so. 1t don't seem as if God would make things beautiful and let the Devil have them to ruin people with-and God made all things And we are his best things"
 You believe that?" asked Sandry.