Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1918-06-28

"hts Name was TreIaWney."
timber above the trail, and without q
word he swung his team from the path
"Where are you going?" demanded
Macdonald.
"Going to rest for an hour" was Ell.
lots curt answer.
Macdonald's jaw clamped. He strobe
forward through the snow beside the
trail. "WeIl see about that"
The younger man faced him angrily;
"Can't you see she is done, man? There
is not another mile Of travel in her I'M.
til she has rested"
The hard, gray eyes Of the Alaskan
took in the slender, weary figure lean.
Ing against the sled. On a soft and
mushy trail like this. where every
footstep punched a hole in the loose
snow, the dogs could not traved with
any extra weight. A few miles farther
down they would come to a main-trav'
eled road and the going would be bet.
ter. But till then she must walk. Mac
donald gave way with gesture Of his
hand and turned on his heel.
At the campfire Sheba dried her
mukluks. stockings. caribou mitts and
short skirts. Too tired to eat, she
forced herself to swallow q few bites
and drank eagerly some tea. Gordon
had brought blankets from the sled
and he persuaded her to lie down for
q few minutes.
"You'll call me soon II should
Sleep" she said drowsily. and her eyes
were closed almost before the words
were of her lips.
When Macdonald came to order the
start half an hour later. she was still
asleep. "Give her another thirty min
utes," he said grufiiy.
Youth Is resilient. Sheba awoke
rested and ready for work.
While Gordon was untangling the
dogs she was left alone for q minute
with the mine-ownef.
The hungry look in his eyes touched
her. Impulsively she held out her
hand.
you're going to be fair. aren't you.
Mr.. Macdonald? Because you-don'r
like him-you won't-T
He looked straight into the dark
appealing eyes. I'm going to be fair
to Robert Milton" he told her harsh
ly. I'm going to see his murderers
hanged II it costs me every dollar ]
have in the world"
"None Of us objects to Justice" she
told him proudly. Gordon has moth
ing to fear IL only the truth is told"
''Then why come to mel" he de-
manded.
She hesitated; then with a wistful
little smile. spoke what was in her
heart. I'm afraid you won't do jus.
tice to yourself. You're good-and
brave-and strong. But you're very
willful and set. don't want to lose
my friend. / want to know that he Is
all l have believed him-a great man
who stands for the things that are fine
and clean and just"
'"Then 1t Is for my sake and not for
his that you want me to drop the case
against Elliott he asked ironically.
"For yours and for his. too. You
can't hurt him. Nobody can really be
hurt from outside-nOt unless he is a
traitor to himself. And Gordon Elliot
isn't that. He couldn't do such q
thing as this with which you charge
him. 1t is not In his nature. He car
explain everything"
81 don't doubt that. He and his
friend Holt are great little explainers.'
In spite of his bitterness Sheba felt
a change in him. She seemed tc
have a glimpse Of his turbid soul en-
gagged in battle. He turned away with
out shaking hands, but 1t struck bel
that he was not implacable.
While they were at luncheon half q
dozen packmules laden with supple.
for a telephone construction line out
at had passed. Their small. sharp shot
hoofs had punched sink-holes In the
trail at every step. Instead Of q
smooth bottom the dogs found 4
slushy bog cut to pieces.
At the end Of an hour Of wallowinf
Macdonald called q halt.
sThere "a n cuto6 inst below hare