Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1918-06-21

lney are waiting supper LOT Us,
she told him irrelevantly.
lie did not shout out his happiness
| and tell her to let them wait. For
Gordon, too felt awed nj this wonder
full adventure Of love that had befal-
len them. 1t was enough for him that
they were moving side by side. alone
in the deep SHOWS and the biting cold,
| that waves of emotion crashed through
his pulses when his swinging hand
touched hers.
They were acutely conscious of each
other. Excitement burned in the eyes
that turned to swift, reluctant
meetings. She was woman. and he
was her lover. Neither of them dared
quite accept the fact yet, hut it filed
the background of all their thoughts
with delight.
Sheba did not want to talk of this
new. amazing thing that had come into
her life. II was too sacred n subject
TO discuss just yet even with him. So
she began TO tell him odd fnncies from
childhood that fingered I'm her Celtic
heart, tales Of the ''little folk" that
were half memories and half imagin-
ings, stirred TO life by some old ASSOC
citation Of sky and stars. She laughed
softly at herself as she told them, but
Gordon did not laugh at her.
Everything she did was for him di-
vinely done. Even when his eyes were
on the dark trail ahead he saw only
the dusky loneliness Of curved cheek,
the face luminous with a radiance
some women are never privileged to
know. the rhythm Of head and body
| and slender legs that was part Of her
individual heaven-sent charm.
The rest finished supper before Cor
don and Sheba reached camp, but Mrs.
Olson had hot meal waiting for them.
81 fixed up the tent for the women
fOlks-stOve, sleeping bags, plenty OF
| wood. Touch match to the fire and
it'll be snug as bug in a rug" ex-
planned saltwater to Gordon.
Elliot and Sheba were to start early
for Kusiak and later the rescue party
would arrive to take care Of Holt and
Mrs. Olson.
""Time to turn in" Holt advised.
"YOu better light that stove, Elliot"
The young man was still In the tent
arranging the sleeping bags when She
ba entered. He tried to walk out with
out touching her, intending to call
back his goodnight. But he corld not
do 1t. There was something fancy
about her tonight that went to his
head. Her tender. tremulous little
smile and the turn Of her buoyant
little head stirred In him q lovers
rhapsody.
"It's to be long trail we cover to-
morrow. Sheba. You must sleep. Good
night"
Good night-Gordon." -
There was a little fash Of audacity
in the whimsical twist Of her mouth.
It was the first time she had ever
called him by his given name.
Elliot threw away prudence and
caught her by the hands.
my dear-my dear !" he cried.
She trembled to his kiss, gave her.
self to his embrace with innocent pas
sion. Tendrils of hair. fine as silk.
brushed his cheeks and sent strange
thrills through him.
They talked the incoherent language
Of lovers that Is compounded of muir
murs and silences and the touch Of
lips and the meetings of eyes. There
were to be other nights in their lives
as rich in memories as this, but never
another with quite the same delight.
Presently Sheba reminded him with
a smile Of the long trail he had men
toned. Mrs. Olson hustled into the tent,
and her presence stressed the point.
"Good night, neighbors." Gordon
called back from outside the tent.
Sheba's "Good night" echoed softly
back to him.
The girl fell asleep to the sound Of
the light breeze Shaping the tent and
to the dOleful bowling Of the huskies.