The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-03-29

shoulder.
"Say, thelr enterprise has gone the
length of establishing branch bank
here, / see"
He called her attention to square
footed edifice, Its new-boarded walls
as yet guiltless of paint, except where
row of black letters set forth that
it was the Bank Of British North
America.
That's a good place to stow this
bullion" he remarked. II want to get
1t off my hands"
So to the bank they bent their steps.
A solemn, horse-faced Englishman
weighed the gold, and issued Bill re-
ceipt, expressing a polite regret that
lack of facility to determine its fine
ness prevented him from converting 1t
into cash.
"That means a trip to Vancouver
Bill remarked outside. "Well, we can
stand that"
From the bank they went to the
hotel, registered. and were shown to
a room. For the first time since the
summit Of the Klappan Range, where
her tiny hand glass had suffered dis
aster. Hazel was permitted a clear
view Of herself In mirror.
"Tm a perfect fright" she mourned.
"Huh" Bill grunted. You're all
right. Look at me-"
The trail had dealt hardly with both,
in the matter of their personal appear
ance. Tanned to an abiding brown,
they were, and HaZers one-time
smooth face was spotted with fly bites
and marked with certain scratches
suffered in the brush as they skirted
the Kispiox. Her hair had lost its
sleek, glossy smoothness of arrange
ment. Her hands were redeemed and
rough. But chiefly she was concerned
with the sad state of her apparel. She
| had come matter Of four hundred
miles in the clothes on her back-and
| they bore unequivocal evidence OF the
journey.
Pm a perfect fright" she repeated
pettishly. "One's manners, morals,
| clothing, and complexion all suffer
| from too close contact with your be-
loved North. BILL"
Thanks ~ ne returned shortly. II
suppose I'm perfect fright, too. Long
hair, whiskers, grimy, callOused hands,
and all the rest Of 1t. A shave and a
hair cut, a bath and a new suit Of
clothes will remedy that. But I'll be
the same personality in every essential
quality that l was when l sweated
over the Klappan with hundred
pounds on my back"
81 hope so." she retorted. 81 don't
require the shave, thank goodness, but
certainly need bath-and clothes.
l wish l had the gray suit that's prob
ably getting all moldy and moth-eaten
at the Pine River cabin. l wonder IL
can get anything fit to wear hereT'
"Women live here" Bill returned
quietly, land l suppose the stores sup
ply 'em with duds. Unlimber that
bank roll of yours, and do some shop
ping"
She sat on the edge Of the bed, re-
garding her reflection in the mirror
with extreme disfavor. Bill fingered
his thick stubble of beard for o
thoughtful minute. Then he sat down
beside her.
"What's a mollah, hon?" he wheed.
led. "What makes you such a crosseI
patch all at onceT
"Oh, l don't know" she answered
dolefully. I'm tired and hungry, and
look fright-and-oh, just every
thing"
"Tut, rut!" he demonstrated good
naturedly. "That's just mood again
We're out Of the woods, literally and
fguratively. If you're hungry, let's &C
and see what we can make this hote
produce in the way Of grub, before
we do anything else."
,T wouldn't 60 into their dining
room looking like this for the world,
she said decisively.
"All right; you go shopping, then,
he proposed, "while I take these furs
up to old Hacks place and turn then
/. into money. Then We'll dress, ant
/ make this hotel feed us the bes
they've got. Cheer up. Maybe 1t wa.
3 tough on you to slice year out o.
3 your life and leave 1T in a country
: where there's nothing but woods an(
, eternal silence-but we've got arounC
( twenty thousand dollars to show fol
. 1t, Hazel. And one can't get some
I thing for nothing. There's a pric,
, mark on 1t somewhere, always. b,
my good little pal-and see If you cam
> make one Of these stores dig up {
I white waist and black skirt, like yol
!. had on the first time I saw you"
Q He kissed her. and went quickly out
: And after long time Of sober starin,
a at her image in the glass Hazel shool
herself impatiently.
9 I'm a silly, selfish, incompetent lit
!. tie beast" she whispered. "Bill ough
!. to thump me, instead of being kind
: l can't do anything, and / don't know
much, and I'm q scarecrow for look
). right now. And started out to be ,
, real partner"
Bill suddenly realizes that