The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-04-20
The Young Commissioner Was Un'
easily Searching His Offices.


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. leav.
ing the women. idling back together.
Perhaps they would climb the hills for
a way. and sit together-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 we're 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 30 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 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 at that
auspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
the valley. IL caught the papers on
the floor under the typewriter table.
nuttered them daringly, and with a
whistle and whoop bore them tum-
| l,a ~
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 a 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 tirst, 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 filled with a name.
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandry's
letter.
Dally's Camp Toledo. July %. 49,
John II. MusseldOrn-
The time OF restitution has begun. As
you made the structure OF my father
fortune but a gutted and. empty shell 50 SO
cunning TO MI II TO its former substance
unknown to the ou,side 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 II and obtain
the deed to the Meadowsncs Farm which
you sold, squandering tile money. Put II
In my name as part OF the Sandry es
tate, No matter what you have tc face
to get it-get II. This Is threat Re
member that thoEe proofs. which you anC
your accomplce thought destroyed. art
| safe In my possession
From time to time you will be called
upon to manage the buying back of ey
cry piece Of property. every horse on th'
| breeding farms, every stock and bone
, that YOU, under the wer-of-attorne,
which an honorable and trusting old mar
invested IN you when he could no lonSe
be about, sold-fOr your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat KEEP
my father In ignorance OF his ruin unti
his death.
, As he'd no mercy on James n whit
by for his share with you In the infam
ton Sandry an unconscious paupcr, 81
will / have no mercy on you. You know
/ what ! know. and shake In your shoe
because Of II. So far so good. ! shan eK
peCt the deed to the Meadowlands Farm
, as speedily as II can be arranged.
WALTER SANDRY.
( Trembling with premonition OF dis
, aster to Sandry, Siletz sat holdinl
I the strange documents, A great ange
! H.,
q woman, She opened the buttons o
]. her blue shirt and dropped the folde
y packet inside its blouse
D ON ths Siletz road ssndrE and Mia