The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-08-31

did not relieve the perplexity on the
thoughtful face, and went on. But
I'd tell him about your life here, and
about your fathers accident, and that
this is the first letter you've received
for seven years" He hesitated, seem
ed to study his next word. finally add
ed: And 1 believe I'd ask him to
come"
why, of course; why couldn't
think of that? wish you would write
it."
"Pll help-tomorrow."
'TH help-to -morrow.''
win you? That's a bargain"
he went bcak to the bandages; fas-
tened them; drew the tattered shirt
and blouse over them.
There. Thatn do till tomorrow.
Now, you'd better lie down while get
you a mite of supper"
In an instant he was on his feet,
protesting.
Il shall have to get supper for Dad
dy, anyhow" she emphasized. And
wouldn't think of letting you go with
out"
When a woman talks like that, it's
no use to argue. The Pearlhunter
didn't,-which shows that he was
learning-fast.
"Will you eat with me agaip?"
She swept him deep courtesy.
Elf the famous finder of the Blue
Moon is not ashamed to eat with his
cook"
He bowed low. 1t cost him a pang
in his side but il didn't get to his
face.
IF the rich heiress, Miss Hesper
Dawn, is not above eating with the
the Pearlhunter-"
Wonderful is the residence of youth.
With a gay laugh she danced away to
the kitchen. He tramped after her.
His two old friends, the Boss and
dour-f faced Bull 6. Masterson, would
have been astonished at the sounds
that came through that kitchen door.
The slow, deliberate, serious faced
Pearlhunter! He was dancing about
the cook stove, carrying dishes, and
laughing as lightly as if half the
neighborhood was not out hunting
him with every sort of weapon the
Flatwoods could furnish.
That support Bacon and eggs, brown
toast, and coffee! And the hands
that poured that coffee and put the
sugar in and spread the toast! It
had to be eaten in semi darkness. fer
it wouldn't do to risk a CANDLE
darkness, but not in silence. Ee for
got that the girl just around the cor
ner of the table had turned out to
be a rich heiress-the princess of
his fairy story-while he was only
the Pearlhunter,-a man without a
name.
Twilight at the windows warned
MIN that the dark was lowering like a
night raven over the woods. His time
had come. The business of a man
was afoot
She closed the stove hearth to hide
the fire light He opened the east
door of the kitchen, once more the
grave. cautious woodsmen. She held
out her hand; he laid it upon the arm
in the sling; covered it with his own
wild Rose," he said: You'll
always be that no matter what they
call you
The fancy went through him that
her hand thrilled. ever so slightly. up
on his arm. He closed his great palm
over IT.
.-rhs woods shall be safe tomorrow
for you-and me- he said. md follow
ed the words with the boidest act Of
his life:-pieked up the hand from his
arm and laid it 20 his lips The next
instant he had slipped away into the
bushes, lie spared a second to look
back. She was still in the dslk frame
of the door.
A sound like the passing Of a wIlis-
per. like the breeze playing with soft
leaves. caught his quacE ear. a gray
ghost-the Wild Man Of the Flat
" oods-flitted along under the cliffs
and entered the cabin
Continued tomoFrou-l