Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-04-13

wishes that she could accompany him.
$50 long" he said from the car
steps. I'll keep in touCh-all l can"
Then he was gone.
Somehow, his absence made less diff
ference than Hazel had anticipated.
She had secretly expected to be very
lonely at first. And she was not. Even
when in her hand she held telegram
dated at a point i've hundred or Il
thousand miles or double that distance
away she did not experience the feel
ing of complete bodily absence. She
always felt as il lie were near. Only
at night, when there was no long arm
to pillow her head. no goodnight kiss
as she dozed into Slumber, she missed
him, realized that he was far away.
Early in June came brief wire
from Station Six. Three weeks later
the Free Gold Mining company set
up Il mild ripple of excitement along
Broad street by exhibiting in their
Office window forty-pOund heap Of
coarse gold; raw, yellow gold, just as
it had come from the sluice. Every
day knots of men stood gazing at the
treasure. Bill had forwarded the first
cleanup.
And close on the heels of this-ten
days later, to be eXact-he came home.
You great bear" Hazel laughed. in
the shelter of his encircling arms.
My, it's good to see you again"
She pushed herself back d little and
surveyed him admiriugly, with Il graft
fed sense of propretorship. The
cheeks of him were tanned to Il healthy
brown. his eyes clHar ana shining. The
offending flesh had fallen away ON the
strenuous paths of the kIappan. lie
radiated boundless vitality, strength.
alertness, that perfect coordination of
mind and body that IS bred of fari1g
resourcefully along rude ways. She
thrilled at the touch of his hand, was
content to lay her head on his shout
der and forget everything in the joy
Of ms physical nearneSs.
They elected to spend the evening
quietly at home. as they used to do.
To Hazel it seemed quite like old
times. Bill told her of the klappan
country. and their prospects at the
mine.
IT'S going to be a mighty big thing"
he declared
'Tm so glad" said Hazel.
"Weve got group of ten claims
Whitley Lewis and the original stakerS
hold an interest in their claims. |.
acting as agent for these other fell
lows in the company. staked five more.
/ took in eight more men--and, be-
lieve me. things were cumming when
| left. And, say, / went in by the
ranch. Old Jake has fine garden.
He's still begging away with the mule
'und Gretchen, der cow l offered him
a chance to make fat little stake AT
the mine, but he didn't want to leave
the ranch. Great old Teller. Jake.
Something Of philosopher in his way.
Pretty wise old head. Hen make
good, all right"
In the morning, Bill ate his break
fast and started downtown.
That's the dickens Of being a bust
ness man" he complained to Hazel
in the hallway, 1T rides a man, enc"
it gets hold OF him. Adios, little per
son. III get out for lunch, business
or no business
Eleveu-thirty brought him home,
preoccupied and frowning. And he
carried his frown and his preoccupa
ton to the table.
"Whatcyer is the matter, BillY ila-
eel anxicusly inquired.
ooh. I've got nasty bunch that
there's q Niger in the woodpile,' he
replied.
And that was all he vouchsafed.
lie finished his luncheon and left the
house. He was scarcely out of sight
when Jimmie Brooks ruuabOut drew
up at the curb. A half minute later
he was ushered into the living room.
Bill inl' was his first query.
"No, he left just few minutes
ago Hazel told him.
MI Brooks short. heavy-set, neat
ly dressed gentleman. whose rather
weak blue eyes doomed preternaturally
large and protuberanl behind pincc-
nez that straddled an insignificant Snub
nose. took off his glasses and t"iddled
them in his white. weil-kept fingers.
"Ah, too bad ?" be murmured.
Thought I'd catch him.
"By the way he continued, after
q na5Iea ''vou-;ih-TeI frankly.