The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-08-28

siVIe uWOhg lhe trees he led her
carried herewith all the tenderness
due from man to his mother; for
the 1ron-Gray- Woman had the man.
ners aud speech Of lady OF high
degree" and she had taught him all
she knew. He had brought along n
cushion. which he spread for her upon
n moss-upholstered rock. With the
spray OF the waterfall In the air, with
the cup In her hand. the cool spring
within reach, he left her and hurried
back to the houseboat.
The sun was dipping low toward
the distant bend In the river when
the last of the moving was done. A
purple twilight had given place to
dark before he had the cabin put to
rights, his mother In her easy chair,
and supper on the table: bass, taken
from the nets only that morning !;
fruit from the woods; baked pota.
toes; toast, crisp and brown; and tea.
which she had left her chair long
enough to draw.
In the contented silence that often
falls after the evening meal. the man
sat covertly studying her face. The
fever had gone. II was n face almost
serene. She appeared, as he watched
her, to be listening to the sound of
the waterfall floating In through the
open window upon the pulse OF the
night. The move had done her good
He thought how beautiful she must
have been-how beautiful still.
Her words that afternoon came
back to hlm-the only word that had
ever come to him out OF the past. The
| desire 10 learn more grew In him, and
yet he dreaded to speak. The Iron.
Gray-Woman was not one to invite
condolences. And yet a man ought to
know something of the manner of his
coming into the world.
The cabin had settled to deep quiet
the lap Of the waterfall had swelled
to full strength upon the silence
when the cabin door banged open and
q man stormed In. The Pearlhunter
whirled up out OF his chair and faced
him.
The intruder was man of forty
possibly more lacking somewhat Of
the Pearlhunter's height and massive
build, yet still what would be called
| big man-tlght and well set up
! smooth shaven, except for an agsres
, sive mustache family shot with gray
/ He wore SLOUGH hat. top boots, frocl
coat and n very fancy and much-be
| lowered vest His blue eyes--ths
kind Of blue that turns black wher
rOused-had an uncomfortable knacl
| Of seeming to see everything In sight
They were just now fitting furtivcly
n bit cOntcinptu0usly, over the tain fig
ure OF the young man facing him.
You're the fellow they call the
Pearilunter?"
| The gray ewes of the man addressed
were blazing his fingers manfestlnl
an almost uncomfortable inclination
TO tuck themselves Into his palms
but he held himself ard HnSwcrc,
civilly:
| "They do call me that"
"What are you doing In this cnblnf'
rs 1t yoursf'
"No difference whether II is OF
whether II isn't. It's no place for rive
scum to wash ashore"
\ stranger ought to be pretty SURF
Of himself before he says Il thing llk'
that, especially when he says II the
way the Man-ln-the-FGncy-Nest sni'
| H. He 1iIu't know the pcurlhuntpI
not rs the river men knew him--oi
he would have considered II long tim,
first. Almost any river man along Tho
Wabash could have told him tina
things would happen. Things di'
happen. Still, 1t probably would have
been just the same anyhow. A wlldca
couldn't have lodged the toll-callouset
fist that stabbed across the candle
Light. II caught the INTRUDER lint II