The Lamar register., 1918-03-13

On one of these days Hazel came into
the kitchen and found Bill plllng tow
els, napkins, and a great quantity of
other soiled articles on an outspread
tablecloth.
"well." she inquired. "what are you
going to do with thoseT"
Take 'em to the laundry" he
laughed. Collect your dirty duds, and
bring them forth"
Laundry :" Hazel echoed. 1t seemed
rather a far-fetched joke.
'Surei You don't suppose we can
get along forever without having
things washed. do your" he replied. II
don't mind housework. but l do draw
the line alta laundry Job when don't
have to do II. Go on-get your
Clothes"
So she brought out her accumulation
of garments, and laid them on the pile
Bill tied up the four corners of the
tablecloth.
"Now," said he. Tets see II we can't
ut you out for a more or less extended
walk. You stay In the house altogether
too much these days. That's bad busi-
ness. Nothing like exercise In the
fresh air."
Thus In a few minutes Hazel fared
forth. wrapped in Bills fur coat, flap
cared cap on her head. and on her feet
several pairs Of stockings inside moe
casins that Bill had procured from
some mysterious source a day or two
before.
The day was sunny. albeit the air
was hazy with multitudes of floating
frost particles. and the tramp through
the forest speedily brought the roses
back to her cheeks.
Bill carried the bundle of linen on
his back. and trudged steadily through
the woods. But the riddle of his desti-
nation was soon read to her. for two
mile walk brought them out on the
shore of fair-slzed lake, on the far
ther side Of which loomed the conical
lodges of an Indian camp.
| "You sabe now7" said he as they
crossed the ice. This bunch generally
comes In here about this time, and
stays till spring. l get the squaws to
wash for me. Ever see Mr.. Indian on
his native heathr'
| Hazel never had, and she was duly
interested, even IL a trlfie shy of the
red brother who stared SO fixedly. She
entered a lodge with Bill. and listened
to him make laundry arrangements in
broken English with a wIthered old
beldame whose features resembled a
ham that had hung overlong In the
smokehouse. Two or three blanketed
bucks sQuatted by the fire that sent its
blue smoke streaming out the apex Of
the lodge.
Heap fine squaw I" one suddenly ad.
dressed Bill. Where you ketchumT
Bill laughed at Hazel's confusion
Away on" He gestured southward
and the Indian grunted some unintel
ligible remark in his own tongue-ai
which Roaring Bill laughed again.
Before they started home Bill sue
ceeded In purchasing. after much talk
pair of moccasins that Hazel con
ceded to be a work of art, what with
the dainty pattern of beads and the
augmentation of colored porcupIns
quills. Her feminine soul could no
cavil when Bill thrust them In tn,
pocket Of her coat. even II her mlnt
was set against accepting any peac,
tokens at his hands
In the nearing sunset they wen
home through the frost-bitten woods
where the snow crunched and squeaket
under their feet, and the branche.
broke Off with pistol-like snap wheI
they were bent aside.
hundred yards from the cabin Bill
challenged her for race. She refuse,
to run, and he picked her up bodily
ard ran with her to the very door. HI
held her second before he set lie
down. and Hazers face whitened. Sh