The Arvada enterprise. (Arvada, Colo.) 1908-1970, 1918-07-18

any water In your veins little psrson.
Lordi I'm afraid to let % Of you 6ue
fear youu vanish into nothing, Ike .
Hindu falif stunt"
"No fear" Hazel laughed. I've got
q pony tied to q tee out there, and
four siwashes and q camp outfit ovse
BY Crooked lake. II I should vanish
I'd leave . plain trail for you to fol-
low"
"Ws,l." Bill said, after . short d.
lence, ITS a hundred and forty miles
to 4 Hudson's Bay post where there's
q mission and q preacher. Let's be on
our way and get married. Then wen
come back here and spend our honey.
moen, chr
She nodded assent
Are you game to start In half IN
hourr' he asked. holding her az at
arms length admiringly.
I'm game for anything. or I wouldn't
be here" she retorted.
"An right. You just watch an ex-
hibition Of speedy packing" Bill de-
clared-and straightway fell to work.
Hazel followed him about, helping to
get the kyaks packed with food. They
caught the three horses, and Bill
stripped the pony Of Hazel's riding
gear and placed pack on him. Then
he put her saddle on Silk.
"He's your private mount hence
FORTH" Bill told her laughingly. you'll
ride him with more pleasure than you
did the first time. won't you7"
Presently they were ready to start.
planning to ride past Limping Georges
camp and tell him whittier they were
bound. Hazel was already mounted.
Roaring Bill paused, with his toe In
the stirrup, and smiled whimsically at
her over his horses back.
II forgot something" said he, and
went back into the cabin-whence he
shortly emerged, bearing in bis hand
q sheet Of paper upon which some
thing was written in bold. angular
characters. This he pinned on the
door. Hazel rode silk close to eco
what It might be, and laughed amused
ly. for Bill had written:
'Mr. and Mrs. william Wagsta6 will
be at home to their friends on and
altar June the twentieth"
He swung up into his saddle, and
they logged across the open. In the
edge Of the hrst timber they pulled
up and looked backward at the cabin
drowning silently under its sentinel
Tree. Roaring Bill reached out one
arm and laid It across HaSel's shoul-
ders.
Little person." hs said soberiy.
there's the end Of one trail, and the
beginning Of another-the longest trail
either Of rs has svsf faced. How doss
It look to your
She caught his fingers with q quick.
hard pressure.
"An trails look alike to me-" shs
said. with shining eyes. "5ust % w
hit them together"
.
what day Of tie month % this.
Binf' Hasel asked.
Haven't the least idea," b an
swered laxily. ~Time II Of no eonse-
Quence to me at the present moment"
They were sitting on the warm earth
before their cabin. their backs propped
comfortably against . log. watching
the sun sink behind . distant skyline
al notched With purple mountains
upon which snow still fingered Bssids
them . smudss dribblsd . wisp d
smoke sufneient to ward az Q pesti.
lential swarm Of mosquitoes and black
4iss. In the clear. thin cir oe that
altitude The oecas1ooal voices q what
bird and animal life was abroad In ths
Wild broke into the evening huh With
astonishing distinctness- lone eooos
winged above In wide circles, uttesinG
bis harsh and solitary czy. He he'd
lost his mate, Bill told her. Ear Of In
the bush q fox barked. The evening
digit Of the Wild ducks from Crooked
lake 10 Q chain Of swamps passed In
tsfmittsatly over the clearing with Q
abilant whistle Of wings. 10 al ths
Wild things, no lees than 10 he tWu
who watched and listened to ths foessl
tranc. Il WAS Q land Of peace and
plenty.
I'VE ought 10 90 up to the swamps
tomorrow and rustic some duck egeD,"
Bill observed irrelsvantly-his eyes fol.
lowing the afsoW dight Of Q mallafd
dock. But his wife WAS counting %.
dibly. checking the days q o. be-
fingers.
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