The Dolores star., 1918-11-22

she unhooked the fastening and swung
the window out. A great gust of damp,
warm wind blew strands of hair across
her fnce. She leaned through the case
ment, and drops Of cold water struck
her bare neck. That which she had
heard was the dripping caves. The
chinook wind droned its spring song
and the bare boughs Of the tree beside
the cabin waved and creaked the time.
At dawn the caves had ceased their
drip. and the dirt roof lay bare to the
cloud-banked sky. From the southwest
the wind still blew strong and warm.
Ihe thick winter garment of the earth
softened to slush, and vanished with
amazing swiftness. Streams of water
poured down every depression. Pools
stood between the house and stable
Spring had leaped strong-nrmed upon
old Winter and vanquished him at the
first onslaught.
All that day the chinook blew, work
Ing Its magic upon the land. When day
broke again with a clearing sky, and
the sun peered between the cloud riffs
his beams fell upon vast areas of
brown and green. where but forty-eight
hours gone there was the cold revelry
OF frost sprites upon far-flung fields
or snow. Patches of earth steamed
wherever hillside lay bare to the sun
From some mysterious distance n lone
crow winged his way. and, perching on
nearby treetop, cawed rnucous greet
ing.
Hazel cleared away the breakfast
Things, and stood looking out the kitch.
en- window. Roaring Bill sat on n LOG.
shlrt-sleeved. smoking his pipe. Pres
emily he went over to the stable Led
out mis- horses and gave them their NIB
erty. For twenty minutes or so he
stood watching their mad capers as
they ran and leaped and pranced back
ana forth over the clearing. Then he
walked off into the timber, his rifle
over his shoulder.
Hazel washed her dishes and went
outside. She did not know why. but
NIL at once a terrible feeling of utter
forlornness seized her. 1t was spring
and also It was spring In other lands.
The wilderness suddenly took on the
characteristics of prison. in which
she was sentenced to solitary conf1ne-
ment. She rebelled against 1t. rebelled
against her surroundings. against the
manner Of her being there. against
everything. She hated the North. she
wished to be gone from it. and most
Of all she hated Bill Wagstaff for con.
straining her presence there.
All the heaviness of heart. all the re-
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days when she followed him perforce
away from Cariboo Meadows. came
back to her with redoubled force that
afternoon. She went back into the
house, now gloomy without n fire.
slumped forlornly into chair, and
cried herself into n condition approach
Ing hysteria. And she was sitting there
her head bowed on her hands. when
Bill returned from his hunting. The
sun sent n shaft through the south
window. n shaft which rested on her
dropping. head. Roaring Bill walked
slowly up behind her and put his hand
on her shoulder
"Whnt is 1t, little person?" he asked
gently.
She refused to answer.
Say" he bent little lower. "you
know what the Tentmaker said:
Come fill tho cup. and in the fire of
spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling;
The Bird of Time has but little way
To nutter-and the Bird Is on the wing"
"Life's too short to waste any Of 1t
in being uselessly miserable. Come on
out and go for ride on Silk. I'll take
you up mountainside, and show you
waterfall that leaps three hundred
feet in the clear. The woods are wax
Ing up and putting on their Easter bon
nets. There's beauty everywhere Come
along"
But she wrenched herself away
from him.
II want to go home!" she walled. II
hate you and the North. and every
thing in it. If you've got a spark of
manhood left in you. you'll take me out
Of here"
Roaring Bill backed away from her.
"Do you mean that? Honest Injun?"
he asked incredulously.
81 do dol" she cried vehemently.
Haven't told you often enough?
didn't come here willingly, and won't
stay. will not! have right to
live my life in my own way. and it's
not this way"
$50" Roaring Bill began evenly,
"springtime with you only means get
ting back to work. You wnnt to get
back into the muddled rush of peopled
places, do you? You want to be where
you can associate with fluffy.rufile.
pompadoured girls, and be properly in
t-oduced to equally proper young men.
Lord, but seem to have made II mis-
take' And by the same token. I'll
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