The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1920-12-02
Nv.
The Girl With a Basket.

IL was June outside. June-ft
slipped down out Of the cool dells and
dlngles of the woods ana soothed the
Pearlhunter's face, red with the stifie
and reek he had just left. He filed
with his lips.
With half an eye on the door Of the
Mud Hen, half an ear over his shout
der, ne crossed to the bank.
"What namep" inquired the old
banker, making out the receipt. after
having placed the pearl away in the
vault.
The color set the tan on the young
mans face afire. II was something
he had not foreSeen-that n name
would be required and he had none.
A pearl worth thousands, but no name
he would gladly have given tile one
for the other.
what manner" repeated the banker.
looking over his glasses put through
the window.
"Pearl-hunterw the other STAN
mered.
"Pearlhunter-whatT"
Observation-Disclosures"
"Pearlhunter! Why. that's no
name"
"Its-it's all I have"
Northumberland"
The banker had his mouth already
set to say something more-but he
didn't. Instead. he took n better look
lat the tall young fellow on the other
side of the window. Dipping his pen
Into the ink well a second time, al
though II was already overloaded to
the dripping point, he went on filling
out the receipt.
"Just bring this with you when you
want your pearl, Mr.-PearIhunter."
"And IL 1 lose lit"
"Then-well-just bring your face.
Yes, that will do--your face. I reck-
OH you won't lose IT,"
The old fellow chuckied as II he
had surprised himself making a joke.
1t usually puts a man In a good hu-
NOR TO discover that he has made a
Joke. The banker stood rubbing his
bony hands together while the Pearl
hunter walked out.
What nextf The P~earlhunter
stood IN the sidewalk outside of the
bank door and debated that very
question: a question In two parts (;
first, whether to go back to Fallen
Rock second, whether to make an
other try after the Boss. He finally
decided In favor OF the Boss. The
thought drew his eyes toward the
Mud Hen across the street. The Man
in-the-Fancy-Yest was standing Just
inside the door.
At the moment. a young woman
with a basket on her arm came out Of
a grocery a block up the street and
walked rapidly toward the saloon.
The man just inside the door appar.
emily was watching for her. She
seemed to know that he would be
thereto dread that he woui | be-to
judge by the way she hurried past.
The man stepped out on the sidewalk
as the girl came opposite, and tried
TO stop her. He even stepped In
front OF her. She turned out around
him and, with a bare word or two In
response TO his efforts to engage her
In talk. hurried rapidly on.
He stood looking after her till she
was a block or more down the street
road would be the better word,
since the river road formed the M
street Of the vi%llage-and then DELHI
erately followed.
All thoughts OF the cabin at Fallen
Rock. of the Boss sprawled over a
tnble at the Mud Hen. Instantly fed
the mind OF the P~earlhunter. His
somewhat passive face livened: into
his slow eyes came a q~uickened inter-
est. He hardly knew why he followed.
He simply found himself walking af-
Ter them.
The river road. ms n follows along
under the brow of the cliffs below
Buckeye. makes many turns. The
xIrI and her pursuer were walking
fast when the PearIhunter peeped oa'
around a turn and looked after them.
ny runDsng OF such times as the wind
cf ~ rad rid him. he had