Cheyenne record., 1916-09-14
Tho Young Commissioner Was VI
easily Searching His Ofsices.

easily Searching His Omees.
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. leav-
ing the women. idling back together.
Perhaps they would climb the hills for
a way, and sit together-perhaps-b
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, a soft
step padding on the worn. bare floor.
and Coosnah came from the east
porch. painting with the heat. He
leaned against the lamb of the door
to the little south room, scratching
lu1uriously. and promptly jumped as
the door swung swiftly inward. Again
Fate smiled impishly and sent at that
auspicious moment the first good
breeze Of the warm day sucking up
the valley. 1t caught the papers on
the floor under the typewriter table.
fluttered them daringly,. and with
whistle and whoop bore them tum-
bling out across the swept boards Of
the eating-room floor, to lodge against
tho r1olrar - Ma'a i{ttla oha{r |.
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 sloping lift of
meadow, already sere and brown with
the summer heat. Puzzled. but half
comprehending, yet filed with a name
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandry's
letter.
Daily.s Camp. Toledo. July .. ls-
John H. Musseldorn-
you made the structure of my fathers
fortune but a gutted and empty shell. 30
cunning to I'LL II to Its former substance.
unknown to the outside world. Wilton
sandry Is gone. but his pride remains
mittance which | told you would some
day be Forthcoming. Take It and obtain
IN my name as part Of the sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face
sss ihss proof which YOU and
your aecomplice thought destroyed. are
safe in my ~, possession In
upon to manage the buying back of ev-
cry piece Of property. every horse on the
that You. under he po8er-of.astoPDeS over aS GneS
invested in you when he could NO longer
through travail and bloody sweat kepe
my father in ignorance of his ruin until
As / had no mercy on James B. Whit
eusiy legitimate deals which made viii
what i know. and shake I'm in your shoes shoes
Dscs the deed 70 the M seaao~iands sHSo nf Farm.
WALTER sfHsaSDRY.
Trembling with premonition of dis
aster to Sandry. Silets 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 he silsts ROAD Sandry and NJ