The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-03-22

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Lord I'm afraid to let 90 Of you foi
fear you'll vanish into nothing, like O
Hindu fakir stunt"
"No fear" Hazel laughed. sTve got
a pony tied to a tree out there, and
four Slwashes and a camp outfit over
by Crooked lake. If / should vanish
I'd leave a plain trail for you to fol-
low"
SWELL" Bill said, after a short ST.
lence, ats a hundred and forty miles
to a HudsOn's Bay post where there's
a mission and a preacher. Let's be on
u way and get married. Then wen
come back here and spend our honey
moon, eh7"
She nodded assent.
"Are you game to start In half an
hourT' he asked, holding her on at
arms length a~dmiringly.
I'm game for anything, or / wouldn't
be here" she retorted.
IAN right. You Just watch an en-
hlbition Of speedy packing" Bill de-
clared-and s~traightway 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 a pack IN him. Then
he put her saddle on silk.
Hes your private mount hence
forth" Bill told her ~laughingly. you'll
ride him with more pleasure than you
did the first time. won't your
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 stlrrup, and smiled whlmsically at
her over his horses back.
II forgot something" said he, and
went back into the cabin-whence he
shortly emerged, bearing in his hand
a sheet of paper upon which some
thing was written in bold, angular
characters. This he pinned on the
door. Hazel rode Silk close to see
what 1t might be, and laughed amused
ly, for Bill had written:
"Mr. and Mrs. William Wagstaff will
be at home to their friends on and
after June the twentieth"
He swung up into his saddle, and
they logged across the open. In the
edge Of the first timber they pulled
up and looked backward at the cabin
browsing silently under its sentinel
tree. Roaring Bill reached out one
arm and laid It across Hazel's Shout
ders.
Little person." he said soberly:
"here's the end of n trail. and the
beginning Of another-the longest trail
Of us has ever faced. How does
look to your"
She caught his fingers with a quick.
hard pressure.
"All trails look alike to me-" she
said, with shining eyes, 'just SO we
hit them together"
what day Of the month Is this.
Hazel asked.
Haven't the least idea," he an
swered lazily. "Time is of no conse-
quence to me at the present moment"
They were sitting on the warm earth
before their cabin, their backs propped
comfortably against a log, watching
the sun sink behind a distant skyline
Sli notched with purple mountains
upon which snow still fingered. Beside
hem a smudge dribbled a wisp of
smoke sufficient to ward OF a pesti.
.ential swarm of mosquitoes and black
lies. In the clear. thin air Of that
altitude the occasional voices Of what
bird and animal life was abroad In the
wild broke into the evening hush with
astonishing dlstinctness-a lone goose
above In wide circles, utterina
his harsh and solitary cry. BE had
.ost his mate. Bill told her. Far of In
he bush a fox barked. The evening
light Of the. wild ducks from Crooked
axe to a chain of swamps passed Ina
.ermittently over the clearing with q
'ibilant whistle Of wings. To all the
Wild things, no less than to the two
Who watched and listened to the forest
II was a land Of peace and
1--WE ought to go up to the swamps
and rustic some duck eggs"
Bill observed irrelevantly-hls eyes fol
owing the arrow fight of a mallard
lock. But his wife was counting au
libby, checking the days OF on h@