The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-04-19
CHAPTER xnI-cOntlnusd.

resided In Hazelton must invariably
dress in Mother Hubbard gowns Of
cheap cotton print with other gar
ments to match. But eventually they
found for her undergarments Of a
sort, a waist and skirt, and a comfort
able pair Of shoes. Hats, as a milllner
would understand the term, there were
none. And in default of such she
stuck to the gray felt sombrero she
had worn into the Klappan and out
again-wh!ch, in truth, became her
very we'll, when tilted at the proper
angle above her heavy black hair.
Then she went back to the hotel, and
sought a bathroom.
Returning from this she found Bill,
a Bill all shaved and shorn, unloading
himself of sundry packages Of new
attire.
AHA, everything is lovely" he greet
ed. "Old Hack jumped at the pelts,
and paid a fat price for the lot. Also
the ranch deal has gone through. He's
a prince, old Hack. Sent up a man
and had 1t surveyed and classified
and the deed waiting for me. And
oh, say, here's a letter for your
"For me? oh, yes" as she looked
at the handwriting and postmark. II
wrote 70 Lorraine Marsh when we were
going north. Good heavens, look at
the date-it's been here since last Sep
TENDER"
"Hackaberry knew where we were"
Bill explained. Sometimes In camps
like this they hold mail two or three
years for men that have gone into the
Interior"
She put aside the letter, and dressed
while Bill had his bath. Then, with
the smoke and CRIME Of q hard trail
o%bliterated, and with decent clothes
upon them, they sought the dining
room. There, while they waited to be
served, Hazel read Lorraine Marsh's
letter, and passed 1t to Bill with a
s~elf-conscious little laugh.
"There's an invitation there we
might accept" she said casually.
He returned the letter as the wait
ress brought their food.
wouldn't 1t be nice to take a trip
homer" Hazel suggested thoughtfully.
"Td love to-"
"We are going home." Bill reminded
gently.
"0h, Of course" she smiled. "But
] mean to Granville. I'd like to go
back there with you for q while, Just
to-just to-"
ITO show EN-" he supplied lacon-
ically.
"0h, Bill |" she pouted.
Nevertheless, she could not deny
that there was a Measure Of truth In
his brief remark. She did want to
"show EN-"
She looked across the table at her
husband, and thought to herself with
proud satisfaction that she had done
well. Viewed from any angle whatso-
ever, Bill Wagstaff stood head and
shoulders above all the men she had
ever known. Big. physically and men
tally, olean-mlnded and capable-in-
dubItably she had captured a lion,
and, though she might have denied
stoutly the imputation, she wanted
Granville TO see her lion and hear him
roar.
sStill thinking Granviller Bill
Queried, when they had finished an
uncommonly silent meal
Hazel flushed slightly. She was,
and momentarlly she felt that she
should have been thinking Of their lit
tie nest up by Pine River Pass instead.
She knew that Bill was homlng to the
cabin. She herself regarded 1t with
affection, but of a different degree from
his. Her mind was more occupied
with another, more palpitating circle
of life than was possible at the cabin,
much as she appreciated Its green and
peaceful beauty. The sack Of gold
lying in the bank had somehow opened
up far-flung possibilities. She skipped
the interval of affairs which she knew
must be attended to, and betook her
self and Bill to Granville, thence to
the bigger, older cities, where money
shouted In the voice Of command.
where all things were possible to those
who had the price.
But she was beginning to know
this husband Of hers too well to pro-
pose anything Of the sort abruptly.
Behind his tenderness and patience
she had sometimes glimpsed some
thing inflexible. unyielding as the will
derness he loved. So she merely an
swered:
"In a way. yes"
'Let's 90 outside where ! can smoke
q decent cigar on top Of this fairly
decent meal" he suggested. 'Then
wei figure on the next move. I think
sbcrt twenty-four hours In Haselton
will do me. There's a steamer goes
down-river tomorrow
Four days later they stood on the
deck Of q grimy little steamer breast
Ing the outgoing tide that surged
through the First Narrows. Presently
they swung around Brockton Point,
and Vancouver spread Its peninsular
clutter before them. Tugs and
launches pulled By. about their harbor
franc. A ferry clustered black with
people hurried across the inlet But
even above the harbor noises. across
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