The Bossier banner., 1922-06-15

an rye undertaken t put UP this mon
ey In Gnsh-tonight."
A young man emerged from some
where and locked the front door of the
bank.
ITS closing time now." said the
teller, addressing the manager. I'VE
have enough cash on hand to pay this
gentleman. and we can wire for more
bills. which will reach us in time for
tomorrow's business"
"Pay It, then.' said the manager.
"Mr. Harris has a right to his money
in that form If he wants it. But, he
added. turning to Harris, I'D advise
you to keep both eyes on it until your
transaction is completed"
The counting of the money was a
bigger task than either Harris or Allan
had thought. but at last It was co1ar
pleted, and they were ready for the
road. The banker looked after their
buggy as 1t faded out of sight up the
river road.
"Hang me If l like that!" he said to
himself.
The long drive up the valley in the
warm August afternoon was an expert
ence for the soul of painter or poet.
Even John and Allan Harris. schooled
as they were in the religion of ma;
terial things, felt something within
them responding to the air, and the
| sunlight, and the dark green banks OF
trees, and the sound of rushing water,
and the purple-blue mountains heavins
| and receding before them.
Darkness settled about them. One
| or two stars came out. The pOplars
took on the color of the spruce; the
river fretted more noisily In its rocky
1 channel. A thin ribbon of cloud lay
/ across the mountains, and breeze OF
wonderful mellowness came down
through the passes
At length, just as they were thinking
of pitching camp for the night, Allan
espied deserted cabin In cluster OF
trees by the side of the road. They
turned Into the wood and unhitched the
horses
A match revealed lantern hanging
on the wall. and few cooking utensils
safe from all marauders under the un'
written law of the new land.
The two men first made their horses
i comfortable, and then cooked some
supper on a little fire at the door Of
the shack. Harris was tired, so they
cleared a space in the corner farthes,
from the door, and spread their blan
kets there. Harris lay down to rest
the precious bag of money by his side
"You might as we'll drop off for 8
nap. Allan suggested. ''They mus
have been delayed. and may not make
II tonight at all. We're here for tht
night, and you may as well rest If yot
can. | won't turn In myself until 20,
waken."
Il believe I'll do as you say" his ia
ther agreed. Keep keen ear an
don't leave the building without wakin
me-"
j Allan looked out at different times
for Gardiner and Riles but ther
seemed no sound in all the world say,
the rushing Of water. cold draugh
crept along the floor. -. He fanciet
his father had fallen into nap. ].
The night chill deepened and at lengtl
Allan hung a blanket as best he coul,
across the open door. His gun CAV
him sense Of companionship, and b
took 1t il his hands and sat down be
side his father. !. II was very leal
! and graceful In his fingers.
While the banker worked In his gaI
J den in the long August evening tn
thought of the two men with a bag full
Of money kept recurring and recurrin
in his mind. and smothering the natura
. pride he felt in his abuunding cat
bages. True. ii was no business of his
but still he could not feel entirely q
ease. As he bent over his hoe h
heard hoofs clatter in the street ant
looking up. saw the erect form of Sci
gent Grey on his well-groomed go,
ernment horse. At signal from til
banker the policeman drew up besid
the fence.
They talked In low voices for te
minutes. ut may be wild-goos
chase" said the sergeant at last, "bI
it's worth try" Half an hour late
his horse was swinging In his lonl
steady stride up the road by the win,
ing river.