Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1918-06-01

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lions. What was the use? He would
eventually come out somewhere She
was resigned to wait.
| After q time she began to puzzle,
and the old uneasiness came back. The
last trailing banner of cloud vanished,
and the sun rode clear in an opal sky,
smiling benignly down on the forested
land. She was thus enabled to locate
the cardinal points of the compass.
Wherefore she took to gauging their
course by the shadows. And the result
was what set her to thinking. Over
level and ridge and swampy hollow,
Roaring Bill drove straight north in
an undertaking line. She recollected
that the point from which she had lost
her way had lain northeast Of Caribo0
Meadows. Even If they had swung
in a circle, they could scarcely be
pointing for the town in that direction.
For another hour Bill held to the
northern line as a needle holds to the
pole. A swift rush Of misgiving seized
her.
"Mr. Wagstaff!" she called sharply.
Roaring Bill stopped, and she rode
Silk up past the pack horses.
"Where are you taking mel" she de-
manded.
"Why, I'm taking you home try
ing to-" he answered mildly.
But you're going NORTH" she de-
clared. you've been going north all
morning. I was north Of Cariboo
Meadows when I got lost. How can
we get back to Cariboo Meadows by
going still farther north?"
you're more Of a woodsman than
imagined" Bill remarked gently. He
| smiled up at her, and drew out his
pipe and tobacco pouch.
She looked at him for a minute.
do you know where we are now?'
she asked quietly.
He met her keen gaze calmly. 81
do" he made laconic answer.
(which way is Cariboo Meadows.
then, and how far is it," she demand
ed.
General direction, SOUTH" he re-
piled slowly. Fifty miles more or
less. Rather more than less"
"And you've been leading me
straight north!" she cried. "Oh, what
am going to do?"
TX. ep right on going" Wagstaff an
swered.
Il won't-I WON'T" she flashed. I'll
find my own way back. What devilish
impulse prompted you to do such
thingr'
you'll have beautiful time Of II"
he said dryly, completely ignoring her
last question. "Take you three days
to walk there-if you knew every foot
Of the way. And you don't know the
way. Travelling in timber is confus-
ing, as you've discovered. You'll never
see Cariboo Meadows, or any other
place, if you tackle it single-handed,
without grub or matches or bedding.
This Is a whopping big country. A
good many men have got lost in It
and other men have found their
bones"
He let this sink in while she sat
there on his horse choking back wild
desire to curse him by bell, book and
candle for what he had done, and hold
ing in check the fear Of what he might
yet do. She could not escape the con-
clusiOn that Roaring Bill Wagstaf was
something of a law unto himself, ca
pable of hewing to the line of his own
desires at any cost. She realized her
utter helplessness, and the realization
left her without words. He had drawn
a vivid picture, and the instinct Of self
preservation asserted itself.
"You misled me-" She found her
voice at last. "Why?"
did I mislead you?" he parted.
weren't you already lost when you
came to my camp? And have mis-
treated you in any manner? Have I
refused you food, shelter or help?"
my home is in Cariboo Meadows"
she persisted. 81 asked you to take me
there. You led me away from there
deliberately, I believe now"
my trail doesn't happen to lead to
Cariboo Meadows, that's ALL" Roaring
Bill coolly told her. IF you must 60
back there, I shan't restrain you in
any way whatever. But I'm for home
myself. And that" came close
and smiled frankly up at her-"fs a
better place than Caribo0 Meadows.
I've got a little house back In the
woods. There's grub there, and meat
in the forest, and fish in the streams.
It's home for me. Why should l 60
back to Cariboo Meadows? Or you7"
"Why should I 60 with your" she
demanded scornfully.
Because I want you to-" he muir
INJURED.
They matched glances for a second,
Wagstaff smiling, she half Mortified.
"Are you clean mad?" she asked an
grily. II was beginning to think you
gentleman"
Bill threw back his head and
laughed. Then on the instant he So
bered. mot a gentleman" he said.
I'm q plain man. And lonesome some
times for q mate, as nature has or
dained to be the way Of flesh."
"Get a squaw, then," she sneered.
s'Ive heard that such people as you
do that"
"Not me-" he returned, unruffled. II
want a woman of my own kind"
Heaven save me from that classif-
cation!" she observed, with emphasis
on the pronoun.
"Yes?" he drawled. swell, there's
no profit in arguing the point. Let's
be getting on"