Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1918-05-07

alternating with periods Of steady.
strong blowing. AT times the shining
lances of the rain seemed to drive
almost horizontally. Whitaker poSed
his head into the kitchen In that i'm
maeulate place, from which every
hint of breakfast had disappeared as
il by magic, Sum Fat was religiously
cleaning his teeth-for the third time
that morning, to Whitaker's certain
| knowledge.
When he had finished, Whitaker put
"A question:
"Sum Fat, which way does the wind
blow, do you know?"
Sum Fat flashed him a dazzling
smile.
Easily" he said in cheerful,
clucking voice. Il think vely fine
three-day blow"
"At least" said Whitaker you're a
hlgh-splrited prophet of evil. / thank
you"
He selected n book from several
shelves stocked with a discriminating
taste, and settled himself before the
fire.
The day wore out before his patience
did, and with every indication of full
filling the prognosis of Sum Fat; by
nightfall the wind had developed into
an enthusiastic gale, driving before Ii
sheeted rain and great ragged wastes
of mist.
And the second day was like unto
the first. The third day broke full of
the spirit of the second; but toward
noon the rain ceased. In the evening,
weary of the sedulous attentions of a
cloud of famished mosquitoes, Whta-
ker sat in darkness, not tired enough
to go TO bed, too tired to bestir himself
and seek distraction from a tormenting
train of thought.
A pool of limpid moonlight lay like
milk upon the floor beneath window
and held his dreaming gaze while mem
DRY marshaled for his delectatlon a
pageant of wasted years, infinitely des-
Olate and dreary in his vision.
How long he sat unstirring, preoccu-
pied with fruitless inquiry. he did not
guess. But later he reckoned it could
not have been long after ten o'clock
when he was disturbed. The sound of
a football, hushed and stealthy on the
veranda, reused him with a start, and
almost at the same instant he became
aware of a shadow that troubled the
: pool of moonlight, the foreshortened
shadow of a mans head and shoulders.
[ He sat up, tense. rigid with surprise
and wonder, and stared at the silhou-
cited body at pause just outside the
window. The fellow was STOPPING to
] peer in. Had Drummond hunted him
down to this isolate hiding place? on
! the thought he leaped up, in two
r strides slammed out through the door
r II sayl' he cried loudly. But he
i cried, apparently, to empty air. The
4 man was gone-vanished as strangely
i and as quietly as he had appeared.
: Pausing and glazing round the clear
t ing in complete bewilderment, he de
e tected or else fancied a slight move
ment in the shadows on the edge of the
: encompassing woodland. Instantly
(; Needless of the risk he ran if the mar
We're indeed Drummond and If Drum
+ mond were indeed guilty of the assault
z now four nights old, Whitaker broke
+ for the spot. 1t proved to be the en-
n trance to one of the woodland paths
/ and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. or no his imag
: ination were in fault-there was no
It body waiting there to be caught.
/ But If anyone had been there, he hat
d unquestionably fled along the trail
e Whitaker in a rage set himself to fol
: low. Before he realized he could hav'
e covered half the distance, he emerge,
It abruptly into the clearing of the Fisk,
place.
s Here he pulled up, for the first tim
S alive to the intrinsic idiocy of his con
# duct, and diverted. besides by the dis
il covery that his impression of the earl.
evening, that the cottage was tenanted
had been well founded.
d The ground floor windows shone witt
1t dim but warm illumination. He coul
Il see distinctly part of living roor
= rather charmingly furnished in a sum
g merry way. At its farther end a dark
haired woman in plain black dres
with a short apron and lace cap sa
ct reading by lamplight-evidently
It maid. Her MISUNDERSTANDING by ap
q. pearances-was outside on the law
If below the veranda, strOlling to and fir
IL in company with a somewhat short an,
u heavy man who wore an automobil
20 buster and visored cap. BY contrast
,e her Whitehead figure, invested wit
Z the Illusion of moonlight, seemed un
usually tall. Her hair was fair, shin
'r ing like a headdress of palest gold a
20 she bent her head, attentive to he
companion. And Whitaker thought t
g discern an unusual quality in he