The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-04-05
CHAPTER xlI,-continued.


made her way to store. The stock
Of ready-mnde clothing drove her 10
despair. II seemed that what women
resided IN HazeltOn must Invariably
dress in Mother Hubbard gowns of
cheap ccston print with other gar
ments 10 hutch. But eventually they
found for her undergarments OF n
sort, waist and skirt, and u comfort
able pair of shoes. Hats. as mililner
would understand the term. there were
none. And In default Of such she
stuck TO the gray felt sombrero she
had worn into the Klappan and out
again-which. In truth, became her
very well, when tilted at the proper
angle above her heavy black hair
Then she went back to the hotel, and
sought bathroom.
Returning from this she found Bill,
Biil all shaved and shor1, unloading
himself Of sundry packages of new
attire.
AHA, everything is lovely" he greet
ed. "Old Hack jumped ut the pelts,
and paid fat price for the lot. Also
the ranch deal has gene through. He's
prince, Old Hack. Sent up man
and had IL surveyed and classified
and the deed waiting for me. And
oh, sny, here's letter for you.s
"For me? Oh, yes as she looked
at the handwriting and postmark. Il
wrote to Lorraine Marsh when we were
going north. Good heavens. look at
the dnte-it's been here since last Sep
tember!"
"Hackaberry knew where we were,
Bill explained. Sometimes In cnmps
like this they hold mail two or three
years for men that have gone into the
Interior"
She pat aside the letter, and dressed
while Bill had his bath. Then. with
the smoke and CRIME of a hard trail
obliterated. and with decent clothes
upon them, they sought the dining
room. There. while they waited to be
served, Hazel read Lorraine Marsh's
letter, and passed II to Bill with
self-conscious little laugh.
There's an invitation there we
might accept" she said casually.
He returned the letter as the wait
ress brought their food.
wouldn't II be nice to take trip
homer Hazel suggested thoughtfully.
I'D love to-"
1--WE are going home," Bill reminded
gently.
"Oh. of course" she smiled. "But
mean to Granville. I'd like to go
back there with you for a while. just
to-just to"
ITO show en- he supplied lacon-
,caliy.
-Oh. Bill |" she pouted.
Nevertheless, she could not deny
that there was a measure Of truth In
his brief remark. She did want to
show 'em."
She looked across the table at her
husband, and thought to herself with
proud satisfaction that she had done
well. Viewed from any angle whatso-
ever. Bill Wagstafr stood head and
shoulders above all the men she had
ever known. Big. physically and men-
tally. olean-minded and capable-in-
dubitably she had captured lion,
and. though she might have denied
stoutly the imputation. she wanted
Granville to see her lion and hear him
roar.
"StIl thinking GranvilleT' Bill
qucried, when they had finished an
uucommonly silent meal.
Hazel flushed slightly. She was
and momentarily she felt that sh'
should have been thinking of their lit
tie nest up by Pine River Pass instead
She knew that Bill was homing to tn,
cabin. She herself regarded 1t will
affection, but of different degree from
his. Her mind was more occupied
with another, more palpitating circl
of life than was possible at the cabir
much as she appreciated Its green an
peaceful beauty. The sack of gol
lying in the bank had somehow opene
up far-1ung possibilities. She skippe
the interval of affairs which she kne
must be attended to. and betook he
self and Bill to Granville, thence
the bigger. older cities. where none
shouted In the voice of comman
where all things were possible to tho!
who had the price.
But she was beginning to kno
this husband of hers too well to pr
pose anything Of the sort abrupt
Behind his tenderness and patien
she had sometimes glimpsed som
thing inflexible. unyielding as the W
derness he loved. So she merely q
swered:
''In way, yes"
Lets 60 outside where can smol
a decent cigar on top of this fair
decent meal" he suggested. 18th
wen figure on the next move. thiI
about twenty-four hours In Hazelt'
will do me. There's a steamer 60
down-river tomorrow"
-Four days later they stood on t
deck Of a grlmy little steamer brea'
Ing the outgoing tide that surg
through the First Narrows. Present
they swung around Brockton Poll
and Vancouver spread Its peninsul
clutter before them. Tugs al
launches pufred by, about their harb
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