The Arvada enterprise., 1918-08-15
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ASNoffh 81 q Fl Fifty: a9y1n Three
IN Bertrand W Sinclair
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CHAPTER xIIl-contInved.

CHAPTER xIIl-contjnvad
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She wiped an errant tear away, and
made her way to . store. The stock
Of ready-made clothing drove her to
despair. 1t seemed that what women
resided In Hnzelton must invariably
dress In Mother Hubbard gowns OF
cheap cotton print with other gar
nents to match. But eventually they
found for her undergarments Of Q
sort, waist and skirt, and q comfort.
able pair Of shoes. Hats, a. milliner
would understand the term, there were
none. And in default Of such she
stuck to the gray felt sombrero she
had worn into the Klappan and out
again-which, in truth, became her
very well, when tilted at the proper
angle above her heavy black hair.
Then she went back to the hotel, and
sought bathroom.
Returning from this she found BIN,
a Bill all shaved and shorn, unloading
himself OF sundry packages Of new
attire.
"Aha. everything u lovely" he greet
ed. "Old Hack jumped at the pelts,
and paid fat price for the lot Also
the ranch deal has suosthrough. Hes
q prince, old Hack. Sent up q man
and had 1t surveyed and classified
and the deed waiting for me. And
oh, say. here's Q letter for you.v
"For met oh. yes" a. she looked
at the handwriting and postmark. II
wrote to Lorraine Marsh when We were
going north. Good heavens, look at
the date-it's been here since last Sep
temberi"
"Hackaberry knew where We were,"
Bill explained. sometimes In camps
like this they hold mail two or three
years for men that have gone into the
Interior"
She put aside the letter. and dressed
while Bill had his bath. Then. with
the smoke and CRIME Of hard trail
Obllterated. and with decent clothes
upon them. they sought the dining
room. There. while they waited to be
served. Hazel read Lorraine Aarsh's
letter. and passed It to Bill with Q
self-conscieus little laugh.
"There's an invitation there We
might accept" she said casually.
p He returned the letter ~ tho wait.
ress brought their food.
"Wouldn't It be nice to take q trip
homer" Hazel suggested thoughtfully.
"I'd love to-"
Eve are going homs." Bill remindea
gently.
'Oh, OF course" she smiled. ''But
I mean to Granville. I'd like to 20
buck there with you for . while. Just
to-just to"
'To show EN-" b. supplied lacon-
ically. r...
.Oh, Bllli" she pou.ed.
Nevertheless, she could not deny
that thers was . measure Of truth In
his brief remark. She did want to
"show EN-
> She looked across the table at her
husband. and thought TO herself with
proud satisfaction that she had done
well. Viewed from any angle whatso-
ever. BILL Waxstaf stood head and
shoulders above all the Men she had
ever known. Big. physically and men-
tally. clean.rninded and capable-in-
dubltably she had captured . lion.
anu. though she might have denied
stoutly the imputstion. she wanted
Granville to see her lion and hear him
roar.
"Stlll thinking Granvillef" Bill
querlcd. when they bad finished an
uucommonly silent meal.
Haxel flushed slightly. She was.
und momentarily she felt that she
should have been thinking Of their lit
tie nest up by Pine River Pass Instead.
She knew that Bill was hominy to the
cabin. She herself regarded II with
affection. but of different degree from
his. Her mind was more occupied
with another. more pnlpitnting circle
Of life than was possible at the cubir
much as she appreciated Its green nnd
peaceful beauty. The xack OF gold
lying In the bunk hnd somehow opened
up far.nung possibilities. She skipped
the interval OF affairs which she knew
must be attended to, and bctook her
self md Blll to Granville, thence to
the bigger. older cities. where money
shouted in the voice Of command.
where all things were possible to those
who hnd the price.
but she was beginning TO know
this husband Of hers too well to pro-
pose anything Of the sor, abruptly.
Behind his tenderness and patience
she had sometimes glimpscd some
thing inicxiblc. unyicldIng as the viii
derncss he loved. So she merely un.
swcred:
''ln u wnv. yes"
"t.c,s 20 outside where cnn smoke
n dcccn, clgnr on top Of this fairly
decent mcnl." he suggested. ..rhcn
we'll figure on the next move. I think
about twenty.fHr hours In Hnaciton
siii Ito me. There's u steamer vosa
iOwn.rivcr tomorrow"
Four days later they stood on the
deck of " griny little steamer breast.
Ing the outgoing tide that surxetl