The Lamar register., 1917-11-21

them. Thanks. Cut out the wages
and I'll take the offer just as il
stands" he told her and pulled his hat
farther down on his head. shes 90
ing to be one stormy night, lay-dees,"
lie added In quite another tone on his
way to the door Five o'clock by the
town clock, and al-lrs wellw This
last in still another tone as he pushed
out against the swooping wind and
pulled the door shut with slam.
They heard him whlstllng a shrin. roll
licking air on his way to the creek
at least 1t sounded rollicking the way
he whistled it
That's The Old Chisholm Trail he's
whistling," Billy Louise observed un-
der her breath, smiling reminisrently,
the very song l used to pretend he
always sang when he came down the
canyon to rescue me. But Of course
knew all the time he's a cowboy. 1t
said So
The whlstling broke, and he began
to sing at the top of a clear, strong
lunged voice an old, old trail song
beloved of punchers the West over.
What did you say, Billy Louise?
I'm sure it's a comfort TO have him
here, ana you see he was glau ana
willing"
But Billy Louise was holding the
door open half an inch, listening and
slipping back into the child world
wherein Ward Warren came singing
down the canyon to rescue her The
words came gustily from the creek
down the slope:
mo chaps. no siieker and a-pourIn' down
rain.
And swear by the Lord I'll never night
herd again.
Coma TO vi youpy. youpy-a, y0upy-a,
Coma to VI youpy, youpy-al
Feet in the stirrups and seat in the
hung and ratified with them long-horn
cattle,
Coma to yi"-
DO shut the door, Billy Loulsel
What you want to stand there like
that for? And the wind freezing ev-
erything inside! | can feel terrible
draft on my feet and ankles, and you
know what that leads tor
SO Billy Louise closed the door and
laid another alder root on the Goals in
the fireplace the while her mind was
given over to dreamy speculatiOns, and
the words Of that old trail song ran on
in her memory, though she could no
longer hear him singing. Her motheri
talked on about Peter and the stormli
and this man who had ridden straight
from the land Of day dreams to herr
door, but the girl was not listening. 4
Now. amt you relieved yourself
that he's going to stayT
Billy Louise, kneeling on the hearth
and staring abstractediy into the fire.
came back with jerk TO reality. The
little smile that had been in her eyes
and on her lips fed back with the
dreams that had brought It.. She gave
her shoulders an impatient twiteh and
got up.
"Ob, guess he'll be more agreeable /
to have around than Peter" she adj
mitted tacitunly which was as close
10 her real opinion Of the man az
mere mother might hope to come.
When spring came at last and Ward I
" AAltu ANAt IN-Af AAae hdAh 70 HIS D
claim on Mil creek he was not at alp =
the morose Ward Warren who had (
ridden down to the Wolverine that +
stormy night in January. The distrust 1
had left his eyes, and that guarded re- |
moteness was gone from his manner. |
He thought and he planned as otherl
men thought and planned and looked |
into the future eagerly and dreamed !
dreams of his own. dreams that brought |
the hidden smile often to his lips and |
his eyes. I
Still, the thing those dreams were
built upon was yet locked tight In his 4
heart, and not even Billy louise, whose !
instinct was 50 keen and so sure In an /
things else. knew anything Of them or
Of the bright hued hope they We're built
upon. 4
CHAPTER III. 4