Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1921-04-08
CHAPTER 'l--cont'nued.

Darkness was settling down--dark-
hess of the seventh night since their
departure from REPRESENTATION, like
mole on the face OF the plain, d lit
lie gray lump grew OH the horizon.
Arthurs rose In. his sleigh and waved
ais fur cap In the air; Harris sent
back an answering cheer. Slowly the
mole grew until In the gathering shad-
'ws It took on indistinctly the shape
II building, and just as the rising
noon crested the ridge of the Pembi-
Ia hills the travellers swung up a. the
iOOf. Arthurs walked unerringly toa
aail on the wall and took down Ian
:ern: Its dull flame drove the mist
'lowly down the glass, and presently
he light was beating back from the
glistening frost which sparkled on ev-
sry log Of the little room.
"Well. here we are In Hungry Hail."
,aid ,Arthurs Everything just as
eft It." Then, turning to his wife,
Come. LII" he said. Jack. perhaps
gou have an engagement Of your own"
de took his wife In a passionate en-
,race and planted fervent kiss upon
her lips, while Harris followed his ex-
ample. Then they sat down on the
Boxes that served for chairs, amid a
happiness too deep for words. -
SO the minutes passed until Mrs. Ar
'hurs sprang to her feet "Why.
Mary" she exclaimed, 81 do believe
you're crying" while the moisture
ylistened on her own cheek. 'Now,
you men, clear out! I suppose you
think: the horses will stable them
selvesf Yes, I see you have the box
full of wood. Fred. That's not so bad
tor a start. Leave some matches, and
say. you might just get our boxes In
here. Remember we've lived In these
clothes for the best part of two
weeks"
The young men sprang to their task,
and as soon as they were out Of the
house the girls threw their arms about
zach other and wept like women to-
yether. 1t was only for moment;
quick dash Of the hand across the
Eyes, and both were busy removing
coats and wraps. The door opened.
and their Boxes as well as other
equipment from the sleighs, were car
lied In. and the men disappeared to
the little stable at the back of the
house. After several attempts the
girls succeeded In starting fire In the
-usted stove, and soon its grateful heat
ra1tatinu n no nf ha,
room.
The house was built of poplar logs,
hewed and dove-tailed mt the corners
NTH the skill of the Ontario woods.
nan. 1t was about 12x16 feet In size.
With collar-bcams eight feet from the
ioor. The roof was OF two thick.
aesses Of elm boards. with tar paper
serween. The floor was of poplar
boards. The door was In the east
side, near the southeast corner; the
stove stood about the center of the
east wall. The only window was in
the south; six panes of Sx10 glass suf-
iced for light. Through this window
another lantern shone back from the
darkness, and the pickering light from
the stove danced In duplicate. A rough
board table sat under the window;
box nailed In the southwest corner ev-
identity served ms cupboard. No tools
Or movables Of any value had been
left In the place. Arthurs having stored
such effects with neighbor. some
dozen miles away. lest they be stolen
from the cabin by some INSCRIPTIONS
traveller during his absence. ..-s.
The days that followed were days
If intense activity for both men and
women. There was much to do. In
side and out. In the interior Of the
little house an extraordinary change
was wrought: simple draperies and
pictures relieved the baroness of the
walls; shelves were built for the ac-
coinmodation Of many trinkets dear to
the feminine heart; rag carpet COW
cred the center Of the floor: plain but
appetixing dishes peeked enticingly
from behind the paper curtain that
now clothed the bare ribs Of the cup
board: and a sense Of LONELINESS per
yaded the atmosphere.
A week had passed. and no sign Of
life. other than that Of the little party
itself. had been seen about the Ar.
thurs homestead when one day Har
ris' eyes already becoming keen to thu
prairie distances. espied dark point
on the horizon. II grew slowly from
a point to spot. from a spot to an
object. and at length was defined as
a man on horseback. Presently Aleck
McCrae drew up at the door.
"Hello, farmers" he cried. show
goes the battlef An the good wives I