Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-01-14
realized that however stern her decrss


+ The climax had been reached--an
| passed; and the result had been IN
from the disaster he had painted q
. his minds eye ever since the knowl
edge had come to him that he wa
doomed to battle to a knockout will
Colonel Pennington, and that one o.
the earliest fruits of hostilities woult
doubtless be the loss of Shirley Sum
ner's priced friendship. Well, he haC
lost her friendship, but a still small
voice whispered to him that the loss
was not reparable-Whereat he
swung his axe as bandmaster swings
his baton; he was glad that he had
started the war and was now free to
fight 1t out unhampered.
Up hill and down dale he went.
Within two hours his long, tireless
stride brought him out into a clearing
in the valley where his own logging
camp stood. He went directly 10 the
log-landing, where In a listless and
half-hearted manner the loading crew
were piling logs on Pennington's log
ging trucks.
Bryce looked at his watch. It was
two O'Clock; at two fifteen Penning-
tons locomotive would appear, to back |
in and couple to the long lipe of
trucks. And the train was only half |
loaded.
where's McTavish?" Bryce de-
manded of the donkey-driver.
The man mouthed his quid, spat
copiously, wiped his mouth with the
back OF his hand, and pointed. up
at his shanty," he made answer, and
grlnned at Bryce knowingly.
Up through the camps single short
street. fanked on each side with the
woodsmen's shanties, Bryce went. At
me most pretentious shanty on the
street. Bryce turned in. He had never
seen 1t before, but he knew it to be
ne Woods-bosss home, for unlike its
leighbors the house was painted with
ne coarse red paint that is used on
'o1-cars, while fence, made Of fancy
ointed pickets painted white. inclosed
tiny garden in front of the house.
IS Bryce came through the gate, q
Dung girl rose from where she knelt :
bed Of freshly transplanted v
ansies. S
Bryce lifted his hat. 'Is Mr.. Nc 5
avish at homer" he asked. r
She nodded. "He cannot see any,
'dy," she FASTENED to add. Hes :.
ck." N
Il think he'll see me. And I wonder "
you're MORA McTavish.' g
"Yes, Pm Moira," bz
I'm Bryce Cardigan" CT
A look of fright crept into the girls M
es. Are you-Bryce Cardigan? Nj
e faltered, and looked at him more ~
'sely. Yes, you're Mr. Bryce. You've ex
anged-but then it's six years since FL
saw you last, Mr.. Bryce" Nc
de came toward her with outstretch- sA
hand And you were a little girl 9Oi
en- L saw you last. Now-you're a Az Ah
man." She grasped his hand with TOW
frank heartiness of man. RI
I'm twenty years old" she informed ear
Stand right where you are until 1 o.
re looked at you," he commanded, 2"-e
backed off few feet, the better A6
- CIR
lie saw girl slightly above medium We
ght, tanned, robust. simply gowned MI
a glnghan dress. Her hands were Day
led from her recent labors in the oal
lsy-bed, and her shoes were heavy h1
J.
NO"ASe yet nelCner nandS nor feet wor
re large or ungraceful. Her head HA
well formed; her hair, Jet black cna.
OF unusual lustre and abundance, WI
parted in the middle and held in II
old-fashioned coil at the nape OF -
leck the beauty of which was re- G IL
y ~ inc ~" cut Oh her simple RUI
*. her nose was patrician, her We
oval; her lips. full and red. were Hot
htiy parted In the adorable Cupid's Rnbl
which is the inevitable heritage of r, a
snort upper lip; her teeth were Nam
te as Parian marble; and her fulI Irus
ast was rising and falling swiftly. WEI
she labored under suppressed ex- y Welr
ment. - -
delightful a picture did MORA scbo
'avish make that Bryce forgot all Gaia
troubles in her sweet presence Rid
the gods, NORA" he declared S2eei
testify. you're peachi When and
you last, you were awkward and Vim.
v like colt. I'm sure you weren't servi
{ good-looking. And now you're Inver
most ravishing young lady In sew repai
en- counties. By lingo, MORA. PIPE
re a sumner and no mistake. Are "eS.'
married?' THE
= ~ town
e shook her head, blushing pleas go,
iy at his unpublished but sincere A. NJ
-.
mat? Not married. Why VIVA, Der N
ieuce can be the matter with tho FHE
Die young fellows hereaboutsy wave,
mere aren't any eligible young fs, %: sN
nereabouts, Mr.. Bryce. And I've
IN these woods all my life" ..r,
re you lonely, Moira?"
e nodded. me II
Dor Afoiro -, with