The Benson signal. [volume] (Benson, Cochise County, Ariz.) 1915-1921, 1918-11-09
CHAPTER Vl.-contInued.

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But within the cabin they were snug
and warm. Bills ak kept the woodpile
high. The two flreplaces shone req
the twenty-four hours through. Or
-four, tea, coffee, sugar, beans and such
stuff as could only be gotten from the
outside he had plentiful supply. Po-
tatoes and certain vegetables that he
had grown In cultivated patch behind
the cabin were stored in deep cellar.
He could always sally forth and get
meat. And the Ice was no bar to fish
ing, for he would cut hole, sink q
small net, and secure overnight a
weeks supply Of trout and whitefsh.
Thus their material wants were pro-
vided for.
AS time passed Hazel gradually
shook off a measure Of her depression,
thrust her uneasiness and resentment
into the background. AS matter of
fact, she resigned herself to getting
through the winter, since that was in
evitable. She fell into the way Of do
ing little things about the house, find
ing speedily that time few when she
busted herself at some task In the In
tervals Of delving In Roaring Bills
library.
On one OF these days Hazel came into
the kitchen and found Bill piling tow
els, napkins, and great quantity OF
other soiled articles on an outspread
tablecloth.
"Well," she inquired, what are you
going to do with those"
'Take 'em to the laundry" he
laughed. 'fCollect your dirty buds, and
bring them forth"
Laundry" Hazel echoed. It seemed
rather q far-fetched joke.
"Sure! You don't suppose we can
get along forever without having
things washed, do you?" he replied. II
don't mind housework, but l do draw
the line at laundry job when don't
have to do 1t. 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 be, lets see If we can't
at you out for more or less extended
walk. You stay in the house altogether
too much these days. That's bad bust
ness. Nothing like exercise in the
fresh air."
Thus in few minutes Hazel Jared
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 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-sized lake, on the far
Their side Of which doomed the conical
lodges Of an Indian camp.
"You sabe noww said he as they
crossed the Ice. ''This bunch generally
comes in here about this time, and
stays till spring. get the squaws to
wash for me. Ever see Mr.. Indian on
his native heath"
Hazel never had, and she was duly
interested. even If a tride shy of the
red brother who stared so f1xedly. She
entered a lodge with Bill, and listened
to him make laundry arrangements in
broken English with withered old
heldame whose features xeeembled o
In addition to supplying clothing to
women and children and old people,
the American Red Cross Is being called |
upon also to clothe many Of the 300 |
Belgian soldiers who are returned
each month to civil life. Under the |
Belgian regulation as soon as the mey
leave the army they have no longer {.
right to wear uniform. In many cases |
these men are too poor to buy clothing |
and the Red Cross has furnished them
with outfits.
New Zealand has an annual death |