Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-03-19

Al ts cAIICluciy uVuDtlui u O Pioi"'
man would have possessed this knowl-
edge. But plainsman has not the
knowledge of life itself that the noun
taineer has, simply because he does
not see 1t In the raw. And he has not
half the intimate knowledge OF death,
IN absolute requisite of self-com-
posture. The mountaineer knows life
In its simple phases with little tradi-
ton or convention to blur the vision.
Death Is very intimate acquaintance
that may be met In any snowdrift, on
any rocky trail: and these conditions
are very deadly to any decisions that
he has In regard to himself. He &C.
auires an ability to see just where ne
stands, and of course that means self
possession. This quality had something
to do with the remarkable record that
the mountain men, such as that mag
nificent warrior from Tennessee, made
In the late war.
Cranston knew exactly what Snow
bird would do. Although Of higher
order, she was mountain creature,
even as himself. She meant exactly
what she said. II he hadn't climbed
from Dams prone body, she would
have shot quickly and very straight. Ii
he tried to attack either Of them now,
her finger would press back before he
could blink an eye, and she wouldn't
weep any hysterical tears over his
dead body. If he kept his distance,
she wouldn't shoot at all. He meant
to keep his distance. But he did know
that he could insult her without dam
ger to himself. And by now his lips
had acquired their old curl Of scorn.
"I'il 60. Snowbird,' he said. 'I'u
leave you with your sissy. But ! guess
you saw what did to HMM two
minutes"
Il saw. But you must remember
he's sick. Now CO."
IF he's sick, let him stay In bed
and have wet nurse. Maybe you can
be that"
The lids dropped halfway over her
gray eyes. and the slim finger curled
more tightly about the trigger. "Oh,
wish could shoot you, Bert!" she
said. She didn't whisper 1t, or hiss 1t.
or hurl IL, or do any OF the things most
people are supposed to do In moments
OF violent emotion. She simply said
1t, and her meaning was all the
clearer.
.sBut You can't. And I'll pound that
milk-s0p Of yours to jelly every time
/ see him. I'd think, Snowbird, that
you'd want man."
He started up the trail; and then
she did strange thing. He's more of
a man than you are, right now, Bert,
she told him. aHe'll prove 1t some
day. Then her arm went about Dams
neck and lifted his head upon her
breast; and In Cranston's plain sight,
she bent and kissed him, softly, on
the lips.
Cranston's answer was an oath. 1t
dripped from his lips. more poisonous,
more malicious than the venom of a
snake. His features seemed to tight
en-. the dark lips drew away from his
teeth. No words could have made
him such an effective answer as this
little action OF hers. And as he turned
M the trail, he called down to her
n name--that most dreadful epithet
that foul tongues have always used
to women held in greatest scorn.
Dan struggled In her arms. The
kiss on his lips. the instant before,
had not called him out of his half
consciousness. II had scarcely seemed
real. rather Just an incident 10 a bliss
full dream. But the word called down
the trail shot out clear and vivid from
the silence, Just as physicians face
win often leap from the darkness af'
ter the anesthesia. Something Infinite
Nv warm and tender was holding him,
pressing him back against holy place
that throbbed and gave him life and
strength; but he knew that this word
had to be answered. And only actions,
not other words. could be its payment
An the voices of his body called to
hilr to lie still, but the voices OF the
spirit, those higher. nobler promptings
from which no man, to the glory OF
the breed from which he sprung, can
ever quite escape, were stronger yet
He tugged upward, straining. But ne
DIDN'T even have the strength to break
the hold that the soft arm had about
bis neck.
"Oh, If could only pull the trig-
gerw she was crying. IF l could
only kill him"
LET me-" he pleaded. "Give me
the pistol. Til kill him"
And ne would. There was no finch.
ing in the gray eyes that looked up
to her. She leaned forward, as If to
put the weapon In his hands, but at
once drew II back. And then a single
sob caught at her throat An instant
later they heard Cranston's Laughter
as he vanished around the turn of the
TRAN.
For long minutes the two Of them
were still. The girl still held the mans
head upon her breast. The pistol had
fallen In the pine needles, and her
nervous hand plucked strangely at the
leaves of a mountain flower. To Dams
eyes. there was something trancelike.
b mint OF paralysis and insensibility
nhnnf her nnsrure He had nayar seen