The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-04-19


20 back to Pine river, or the Klappan.
/ won't, tell you"
Bill stared at her moodily for sec
ond.
"Just as you please" he said quietly
| He walked into the spare bedroom
Hazel heard the door close gently be-
| hind him heard the soft click Of a
well-oiled lock Then she slumped
gasping in the wide-armed chair by
the window, and the hot tears came in
binding flood.
They exchanged only bare civilities
| at the breakfast table, and Bill at once
went downtown. When he was gone,
Hazel fdgeted uneaslly about the
rooms.
When six o'clock brought Bill home,
she was coldly disappearing of him
and his affairs in their entirety, and at
no pains to hide her feelings. He fol-
lowed her into the living room when
the uncomfortable meal-uncomfort-
able by reason of the surcharged at
mosphere-was at an end.
Lets get down 10 bed rock, Hazel"
he said gently. Doesn't ii seem rather
foolish to let a bundle of outside
troubles set up so much friction be-
tween us two? | don't want TO stir
anything up; don't want to quarrel.
But l can't stand this coldness and re-
proach from you"
81 don't care TO discuss it at ALL"
she hared up. 1--WE heard nothing
else all day but this miserable mining
business and your rutlianly method of
settling a dispute. I'd rather not talk
about it,"
But we must talk about it," he per-
sisted patiently. you can't get to the
bottom of anything without more or
less talk"
ed ungraciOusly. And with that she
ran out of the room.
But she had forgotten or underesti-
mated the catlike quickness of her
man. He caught her in the doorway,
and the grip of his fingers on her arm
brought Il cry of pain.
Forgive me. l didn't mean to
hurt" he said contritely. BE a good
girl, Hazel, and let's get our feet on
earth again. Sit down and put your
arm around my neck and be my pal.
like you used to be. We've got no
business nursing any crime. I've only
stood for a square deal. Come on;
bury the hatchet, little person" .
LET me CO." she sobbed, struggling
TO be free. II h-hate your
"Please, little person. / can't eat
humble pie more than once or twice.
Let me CO." she painted. Il don't
want you to touch me-"
Listen to me-" he said sternly.
I've stood about all of your nonsense
I'm able to stand. I've had to fight
pack of business wolves to keep them
from picking my carcass. and. what's
more important to me, TO keep them
from handing a raw deal to five men
who wallowed through snow and frost
and all kinds of hardship TO make
these sharks a fortune. I've got down
10 their level and fought them with
their own weapops-and the thing ir
settled. 1 said last night I'd be
through here inside week. I'm
through now-threugh here. / have
BUSINESS in the Klappan; to complete
this thing I've set my hand TO. Then
I'm going to the ranch and try to get
the bad taste out of my mouth. I'm
going tomorrow. I've no desire or in
tention to coerce you. You're my wife,
and your place is with me, if you care
anything about me. And l want you.
You know that, don't you? l woudnr
be begging you like this If l ddn't.
l haven't changed, nor had my eyes
dazzled by any false gods. But it's
up to you. / don't bluff. I'm going,
and If l have TO go without you
won't come back. Think il over, apd
just ask yourself honestly If it's worth
while"
He drew her up close to him and
kissed her on one anger-flushad cheek,
and then, as he had done the night be-
fore, walked straight away TO the bed
room and closed the door behind him.
Hazel slept little that night. A hor-
rid weight seemed to rest suffocating-
ly upon her. More than once she had
an impulse to creep in there where
Bill lay and forget 1t all in the sweep
Of that strong arm. But she choked
back the impulse angrily. She would
not forgive him. He had made her
suffer. For his high-handedness she
would make him suffer In kind. At
least, she would not crawl to him beg
ging forgiveness.
When sunrise laid a yellow beam,
all full Of dancing notes. across her
bed, she heard Bill stir, heard him
moving about the apartment with rest
less steps. After time she also
heard the unmistakable sound of
trunk lid thrown back. and the move
ments Of him as he gathered his
clothes-so she surmised. But she did
not rise till the maid raped on her
door with the eight O'Clock salutation;
breakfast, ma'am."
They made a pretense of eating.
Hazel sought a chair in the living
room. A book lay open In her lap.
But the print ran into blurred lines.
She could not follow the sense OF the
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