The Dolores star., 1918-12-20

understand. Most men would have
resented. A"'e
i want to stack few tons of hay"
ne went on, dlsregardlng her exclama-
.,oh. III need 1t In the spring, IL NOT
ms winter. Soon as that's done we'll
MT the nigh spots. Well take three
or Tour thousand dollars, and while n
iasts wen be couple of-of high.
good? ''uiu
she nodded vigorously.
ferk up, then" he wheedled.
biii-boy" she murmured, "you
mustn't take me too seriously"
took you for better or for worse"
ne answered, with kiss. II don't
want 1t to turn out worse. want you
10 be contented and happy here, where
I've planned to make our home. 1
know you love me quite lot, little
person. Nature fitted US In a good
many ways to be mates. But you've
gone through pretty drastic siege of
isolation In this rather grim country,
ana l guess 1t doesn't seem such an
aiiuring place as it did at first. l
don't want you to nurse that feeling
until 1t becomes chronic. Then we
would be out Of tune. and It would be
good-by happiness. But think know
the cure for your malady."
In the morning he began his hay
cutting. About eleven o'clock he threw
down his scythe and stalked to the
house.
Put on your hat, and let's go inves-
dgate mystery" said he. II heard
COW bawl in the woods a minute
ago. A regular barnynrd below"
"a COW bawling2" she echoed.
"Sure7 What would cattle be doing
away up hereT
That's what want to known Bill
laughed. 1--WE never seen a COW north
of Fraser-not this side of the Rockies,
anyway"
They saddled their horses, and rode
out In the direction from whence had
arisen the bovine complaint. The
sound was not repeated, and Hazel
had begun to chaff Bill about . too
vivid imagination when within a half
mile of the clearing he pulled his horse
up short In the middle Of a little
meadow.
Look |"
The track Of a broad-tlred wagon
had freshly crushed the thick grass.
Bill squlnted at the trail, then his
gaze swept the timber beyond.
Somebody has been cutting timber
over there" he enlightened. II can
see the fresh ak work. Looks like
they'd been hauling poles. Let's fol-
low this track a ways"
The tiny meadow was fringed on
the north by grove Of poplars. Be-
yond that lay another clear space Of
level land, perhaps forty acres in ex-
tent. They broke through the belt Of
poplars-and pulled up again. On one
side of the meadow stood cabin, the
fresh-peeled log walls glazing yellow
roof to the autumn sky. Bill whistled
softly.
Along the west side of the meadow
ran q brown streak Of sod, and down
one side of this man guided the ham
dies of pillow drawn by the strangest
yokemates Hazel's eyes had seen for
many day.
For goodness sakew she e1-
claimed.
THAT'S the true pioneer spirit for
you,' Bill spoke absently. HE has
bucked his way into the heart Of n
virgin country, and he's breaking sod
with a mule and a cow. That's adap-
tatIon to environment with venge-
ance-and grit"
"There's !. woman, too, Bill. And
see-she's carrying baby?" Hazel
pointed excitedly. "Oh, Bill"
The man halted his strangely assort-
ed team to watch them come. The
woman stood step outside the door,
baby in her arms, another fodder
holding fast to her skirt. A thick
bodied, short, square-shouldered man
was this newcomer, with a round,
pleasant face.
Hello, nelghbor!" Bill greeted.
The plowman lifted his old felt hat
courteously. His face lit up.
"Ach!" said he. "Neighbor. Dot
ISIS goot word in diss country we're
dere iss no neighbor. But I am glat
to meet you. Viii you come do der
house Und rest a v'ile?"
Sure. Bill responded. "But we're
neighbors, all right. Did you notice
cabin about half a mile west of
here? That's our place-when we're
at home"
"So?" The word escaped with the
peculiar rising infection of the Teu-
ton. 81 half saw dot cabin ven We
come here. But l dinlS 1t vass aban-
don. Veil, let us to der house go.
Id will rest der mule-und Gretchen,
der cow. Hah"
He rolled blue eye on his incon.
gruous team, and grinned widely.
Come" he invited; mine wife be
glat."
They found her matron OF thirty
odd; fresh-cheeked, round-faced like
her husband, typically German, with