Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-03-09

any water in your veins. little person.
Lord I'm afraid TO let go of you for
fear you'll vanish into nothing, like a
Hindu fakir stunt"
"No fear," Hazel laughed. I've got
a pony tied to tree out there. and
four Siwashes and a camp outfit over
by Crooked lake, II should vanish
I'd leave a plain trail for you to fol-
low"
swell" Bill said. after short ST.
lence, its hundred and forty miles
to a IIudSon'S Bay post where there's
a mission and preacher. Let's be on
our way AMI get married. Then Wen
come back here and spend our honey
moon, eh?"
She nodded assent.
Are YOU game 10 start in nalr an
hourE' he asked. holding her of at
arms length admiripgly.
I'm game for anything, or wouldn't
be here" she retorted.
AN right. You just watch an ex.
hibition of speedy packing" Bill de
clared-ani StraightVay fell to work.
Hazel followed him about, helping to
get the kayaks packed with food. They
caught the three horses. and Bin
stripped the pony Of Hazel's riding
gear and placed pack on him. Then
he put her saddle on SILK.
He's your private mount hence
forth" BIZ told her laughingly. You'll
ride him with more pleasure than you
did the first time, won't your"
Presently they were ready TO start.
planning to ride past Limping Georges
camp and tell him whittier they We're
bound. Hazel was already mounted.
Roaring Bill paused. with his toe in
the stirrup, and smiled whlmslcally at
her over his horses back.
II forgot something." said he. and
went back into the cabin--whence he
shortly emerged, bearing in his hand
sheet of paper upon which some
thing was written in bold. angular
characters. This he pinned on the
door. Hazel rode SIX close TO see
what It might be. and laughed amused
ly, for Bill had written;
Mr. and Mrs. William Wagstaff viii
be at home TO their friends on and
after June the twentieth"
He swung MP into his saddle. and
they logged across the open. In the
edge of the first timber they pulled
up and looked backward at the cabin
browsing silently under it's sentinel
tree. Roaring Bin reached out one
arm and laid it across Hazers Shout
ders.
Little person" he said soberly,
there's the end of one trail and the
beginning of anothcr-the longest trail
either of us has ever faced. How does
it look 10 your
She caught his fingers with quick,
hard pressure.
"Au trails look alike to me-" she
said, with shining eyes, Just so we
bit them together"
"What day of the month is this,
Biu2" Hazel asked.
Haven't the least idea" he nm
swered lazily. "Time is of no conse-
quence TO me M the present moment. "
They were sitting on the warm eurth
before their cabin, their backs propped
comfortably against log. watching
the sun sink behind a distant skyline
all notched with purple mountains
upon which snow still fingered. Beside
them n smudge dribbled Il wisp OF
smoke sufficient 10 ward off pestl.
lential swarm of mosquitoes and black
flies. In the clear, thin air of that
altitude the occasional voices Of what
bird and animal life was abroad in the
wild broke into the evening hush with
astonishing distnctness-a lone goose
winged above In wide circles, uttering
his harsh and solitary cry. He lad
lost his mate, Bill told her. Far of in
the bush n fox barked The evening
flight Of the wild ducks from Crooked
lake TO n chain Of swamps passed In
termttently over the clearing with a
sihilant whistle Of wings. To all the
wild things no less thar = the two
who watched and listened to the forest
traffic, it was land OF peace and
plenty.
I'VE ought to 60 up to the swamps
tomorrow and rustic some duck eggs, !"
BIN observed irrelevantly-hls eyes fol-
lowing che arrow flight OF a mallard
flock. But his wife was counting au-
dibly. checking the days off en- her
fingers.