The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-03-29
Ix--continued.


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"This is July the twenty-ffth, Mr..
Roaring Bill Wagstaff," she announced.
"We've been married exactly one
month"
"A whole month"; he echoed, in
mock establishment. "You don't say
sof Seems like 1t was only day before
yesterday, little person."
II wonder" she Struggled up a little
closer to him, 'if any two people were
ever as happy as we've beenf"
Bill put his arm across her shoulders
and tilted her head back so that he
could smile down Into her face.
"They have been a bunch Of golden
days, haven't theyi" he whispered.
''You won't forget this Joy time II we
aver do hit real hard going, win you,
Hazelf"
'sThe bird Of III omen croaks again."
she r~eproved. "Why should we come
to hard going, as you call III"
"We shouldn't" he declared. "But
most people do. And we might. One
never can tell what's ahead. By and
by when the novelty wears off-maybe
you'll get sick Of seeing the same old
Bill around and nobody else. You see,
I've always been on my good behavior
with you. Do you like me a LOTT"
His arm frightened with a quick and
powerful pressure. then suddenly re-
Taxed to let her lean back and stare
up at him tenderly.
II ought to punish you for saying
things like that" she pouted. "Only l
can't think Of any effective method.
Sufficient unto the day is the evil
thereof-and there Is no evil In our
days."
"Amen," he whispered softly-and
they fell to silent contemplation Of
the rose and gold that spread in a
wonderful blazon over all the western
sky.
"Twenty-ffth Of July, ehl" he unused
presently. Summers half gone al
ready. I didn't realize 1t. We ought
to be stirring pretty soon, lady. These
northern seasons are so blessed short.
We ought to try and do a little good
for ourselves-make hay while the sun
shines. Wen media da mon'."
"Needa fddlesticks," she laughed.
''What do we need money for? It
costs practically nothing to live up
here. Why this sudden desire to pur-
sue the dollar? Besides, how are you
going TO pursue it7"
go prospecting" he replied prompt
~. "Hit the trail for a place l know
where there's coolies Of coarse gold, II
you can get to 1t at low water. How'd
you like to 60 into the Upper Mas
country this fall. trap al! winter, work
the sandbars In the spring, and come
out next fall with a sack OF gold 1t
would take q horse to packf
Hazel cIapped her hands.
s0h. Bill, wouldn't that be inef" she
cried. "Td love to-"
at won't be all smooth sailing" he
warned. "Ifs a long trip and a hard
one, and the winter win be longer and
harder than the trip. still, there's q
chance for q good big stake, right In
that one trip"
"But why the necessity for making
q stalker she inquired thoughtfully,
after a lapse Of Eve minutes. Il
thought you didn't care anything about
money so long as you had enough to
get along onf And we surely have
that. We've over two thousand dollars
10 real money-and no place to spend
it--so we're compelled to save"
Bill blew a smoke ring over his head
and watched 1t vanish up toward the
dusky roof beams before he answered.
well, little person" said he. that's
very true, and we can't truthfully say
that stern necessity Is ~treading on our
heels. The possession Of money has
never been a crying need with me.
But / hadn't many wants when I vas
playing q lone hand. and I generally let
the future take care Of itself. II was
always easy to dig up money enough to
buy books and grub or anything !
wanted. Now that I've assumed a GER
tain responsibility. II has begun to
dawn on me that we'd enjoy life bet
ter II we were assured Of a compe-
tence We won't stay here always
I'm pretty much contented Just nov.
SO are you. But l know from past ex-
p~erIence that the outside win grow
more alluring rs time passes You'll
get lonesome for civilization. IT'S the