The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-24


and pan and towel, youngster. I can't
wait for you," made answer my Gou3
verneur Faulkner, as he laughed and
began upon the repast that must Of
necessity be hurried one.
CHAPTER XIV. a
The Camp Heaven.
"A ND was very glad indeed that
"a he did not go with me for
q y that toilet to my hands, for 1t
might have happened that d
noise would have deprived me Of
very beautiful thing that I discovered.
through window under vine al
roses that opened upon that back
porch.
A very pretty young girl, with hair
the color Of the maize In the fields, lay
upon a white bed beneath quilt OF
many colors. The eyes Of the mother
were closed, and her arm held a babe
loosely as If in deep dreaming.
softly poured the water into the basars
made clean my hands and quietly
withdrew into the kitchen, with much
care that did not awaken her. On
my cheeks could feel deep glow IT
color, and something within my heart
pounded with force against my own
breast under its gay red coat Of a I
hunting man. / could not raise my
eyes to those Of my Gouverneur Faux
ner, and I ate not as much Of that
good breakfast as Robert Carruthers
could have consumed If the woman In
his heart had not been so stirred.
And all of that long day in the soft
early spring which was bursting into
budding and a Towering under the feet
Of our horses and above our heads in
the trees, it was the woman Roberta
that rode at the side Of my Gouver-
neur Faulkner, with her heart at ache
under her coat of man. 1t was with
difficulty that I forced my eyes to
meet and make answer to the merri-
ment and Joy Of the woods in his deep
ones, and was Of great gladness when
the descending Of the sun brought
moon silvered twilight down upon us
from the young green branches OF the
large trees Of the forest through which
we rode.
''Time to make camp. We've got to
old Jutting rock. You are halfway up
between heaven and earth, youngster,"
said my Gouverneur Faulkner as he
drew to halt his horse in front Of me
and pointed down into the dim valley
that lay at our feet.
81 am glad that we have made thif
Camp Heaven" I answered to him al
I slid from my horse, ungirthed him
and drew from his back the heavy sad
die he had worn for the day, as I had
been taught by my father to do after
days hunting If no groom came imme
diately. "Is it that you have hunger
my Gouverneur Faulkner
"Only about ten pounds of food crave
Ing" he made answer to me with q
large laugh that was the first had
ever heard him to give forth. "I'll rus.
tie the fire and water If you'll open the
food wallet and feed the horses"
Immediately will do all Of that" !
made an answer to him, and because
Of the happiness of that laugh he had
given forth a gladness rose In my
heart that made me again that merry
boy Robert.
And it was with great industry fof
a short hour that we prepared the
Camp Heaven for sojourn Of night
Upon a very nice hot fire put good
bacon to cook, and my gouverpeur SET
also the pot Of coffee upon the Goals.
Then, while made crisp with the heat
the brown corn pones with which that
Granny Bell had provided us, he
brought large armful of very ira.
grant kind Of tree and threw it not far
into the shadow Of the great tree which,
was the roof to our Camp Heaven.
Bed" he said as he came and stood
beside the fire in large towering over
me. / dropped beyond rescue frag-
ment Of that corn bread into the ex.
IRENE heat Of the Goals, but said,
with great composure and a brief
ness like unto his words:
Supper"
''Why is it that man thinks he
wants more Of LIES goods than IA
tigue, supper and bed, do you suppose,
boy?" question my Gouverneur Faux
ner to me as at last in repletion he
leaned back against our giant rooftree,
between two of whose hospitable large
roots we had made our repast, and
lighted pipe of great fragrance, which
he had taken from his pocket.
81 would not possess happiness even
though had this nice supper If was
alone in this great forest, your excel.
lency. I would have fear" answered
him, with a small laugh as took my
corduroy knees into my embrace and
looked off into that distant valley be-
low. us which was beginning to glow
with stars of home lights.
Didn't tell you once that you don't
count, that you are just myself, young
ster? You ought not to know am
here. don't know you exist except as
q form Of pleasure of which I do not
ask the reason" was the answer that
my Gouverneur Faulkner made to me.
Go Be Contjnued.)