The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1919-12-04
ByR. RAY BAKER

| paper syndicats.l
an Halter. He was not interested. that
| was Yll.
While the rest of the. surveying
crowd that was measuring the Low
Ridge range for the coming of the rail
road spent its spare time in receiving
| perfumed mail and answering it Big
Bruce sought solaca in nicotine in the
| seclusion of his bunk or rOamed the
| wilds of Wilderness woods and COM
| muned with nature.
go to- il. boys" was his advice.
"Some day you'll learn better. WOm-
! en- are all right as parlOr decorations
and to consume surplus cashain candy
| and clothes, but as for Newell. I'm
| going to buy myself u farm some day,
where / can have horses, dogs and
| cows and chickens. They're of some
| use in the world, and they don't go
back on yon when you're down and
out"
Naturally, the others resented
these Outbursts. They defended the
| fair sex valiantly, and by sheer num-
bers forced Big Bruce to desist from
his oral attacks.
"All right, I'll keep still in the fu-
ture," he growled: 'but you cant pre-
vent fellow thinking; and while
you're fooling your time away with
| pens and ink you can let your minds
dwell ON the fact that consider you're
all COMPOUNDED idiots"
Sunday was day Of rest in the
woods as well as the places where
civilization reigned, and also it was a
day when great deal Of letter writ
ing was accomplished in Loves
Lodge" which Big Bruce sarcastical-
~ christened the shanty where the
surveyors were making their head
quarters.
On one of these Sundays Bruce set
out on hike which he called .
"relief expedition"
I'm going to get relief from the
perfumed air Of this shack" he an
nounced as he took an old walking
stick he had carved from tree
branch. package of sandwiches and
q sanitary cup. Here's hoping you
all get married and settle down to
blissful cOntentment-nO excitement,
no pleasure, no nothing" and he strobe
disdainfully from the shack into the
woods.
1t was not case Ct envy with Big
Bruce. He could have been admired
by many girls had he chosen, for he
was good. healthy, handsome. speci-
men who looked well either in ball.
room or backwOOds. However, Big
Bruce had not met the right sort of
women.
His mother died when he was tod
der, and when he grew up his fathers
financial standing threw him In with
lot of society buds who had no mis-
sion In life other than to look beauti-
full. sip iced drinks and play bridge.
No, women held no interest for him.
They were to him, as he had said,
nero ornaments or playthings and not
to be given consideration in serious,
busy world.
Big Bruce drew his lungs full Of
pure air as he swung along the ridge,
heading for Lake Crescent, where he
knew nat-bottomed rowboat was
drawn up on shore. 1t was well along
In summer and vegetation was in full
bloom, with birds chirping in the trees
and insects buzzing merrily-and some
1T them singing just as merrily.
Bruce expelled clouds of pungent
tobacco smoke, drawn from a vener-
able pipe, and hummed tune. He
was enjoying himself immensely.
Getting into the fowboat, he pro-
PEELED 1t across the lake, which was
about two miles wide and five miles
long. A stiff breeze rufned the water
into choppy waves, but Big Bruce's
strong arms drove the sc0w through
them without noticing the resistance
Arriving on the other side he drew the
craft up on shore and continued his
wanderings.
Suddenly, while walking along en-
joying the solitude Of the woods and
thinking of his foolish friends back
in Lovers Lodge" he felt sharp,
piercing pain in his right side At the
same instant the report Of a rife
echoed through the forest. Big Bruce
tumbled in heap on the ground and
almost lost consciousness.
For moments that seemed like hours
the young man lay there helpless, the
pain growing more intense all the
while. With an effort he reached his
left hand to the wound and withdrew
it covered with blood. He felt nau-
seated and black dots swan before
his eyes.
Realizing it would not do to lia
there and allow his strength to ebb,
he forced himself to crawl along the
path on which he had been walking
1t seemed that he mad crawled at least
three miles, stopping frequently to re-
gain strength, when he came into
clearing, i'm which some one was cook
ing over fire.
With Tho l.pnxyIadUo fhof holn xxo @