The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-03-09

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 were true,
and they had spoken things that babe
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, 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
suspicious moment the first good
breeze of the warm day sucking up
the valley. IL 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
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 Sandrys
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
comprehendlng. yet filed with a name
less fear, she felt her fingers shaking
as she turned the page to Sandrys
letter.
Dailys Camp. Toledo. July 20 10
John H. Musseldorn-
The time OF restitution has begun Az
you made the structure OF my fathers
fortune but Quilted and empty shell. so
YOU alone have the knowledge and the
nj 10 IN "a fOrrnar Ctl M
unknown to the outside world. Wiltol
Sandry is gone. but his pride remains
and II must be uPborne. Here is the re-
day be forthcoming. Take II and obt ain
the deed TO the Meadowlands Farm which
you sold. squandering the money. Put II
in my name as part of the Sandry es-
tate. No matter what you have to face
TO get it-get IL. This is threat. Re
member that those proofs. which you and
your accomplish thought destroyed. are
safe In my possession.
"FroBa vine to time you Will be called
upon TO manage the buying back OF ev-
cry piece OF property every horse on the
breeding farms every stock and bond
that you. under the power-of-attorney
which an honorable and trusting old man
invested In you when he could no longer
be about, sold-for your own profit.
Through travail and bloody sweat I kept
my father IN ignorance or his ruin until
AS | had no mercy on James b. whit
by for his share with you In the imam
cusly legitimate deals which made Will
ton Sandry an unconscious pauper. so
will l have no r7ercy on you. You know
what ] know. and shake In your shoes
because Of T. So Ear 50 good; ! shall ex.
speedily as Il can be arranged.
WALTER SANDRY.
Trembling with premonition OF dis
aster TO Sandry. Siletz sat holding
the strange documents. A great anger
began to we'll in her against the other
woman. She opened the buttons OF
her blue shirt aud dropped the folded
packet inside its blouse.
On the Snetz road aandry and Miss