Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-11-16

UP IRON ms dreams at n,,s.
L'nda's' kiss upon his linn =, ~
1t brought a strange tend.,,u..I =
softening of all the hard ons,.
his picture of life. 0utli,
But aside from his co,.
Of Linda. the long tram a'eaIs hss
lights for him. lie reioIoas ss aa,
manifestation Of the VIA NJ y
him. whether 1t was a. bush, ale
gray squirrel. watching NJ y
tree limb. n magple tryIps s =. y
insult him. or the lleetinp ,,I ~
deer In the coverts. But .bs ss,sp d's
the Killer again. He didn't y =. u. ~,
care to do so. pa'uc
Both days Of the journe, L.
wnkened sharply at dawn. n.
morning hours were the hoo, =. y.
He was of naturally strong M
and although the days fatlrn.S \
mercifully. he always wats,.:
freshed In the dawn. At noon.
stop to lunch. eating A few ~ n,.'
jerkey and frying a single 49, ".
his skillet. And usually. any!
noon rest. he would pract,c. -
rife.
He knew that If he were tn A.
Turner's. skill with a rifle w.
solute necessity; such skill, =,
have felled the grizzly with -.
instead Of administering merely,
wound, accuracy to take on II.
OF a grouse ut fifty yards and |.
same time, an ability to svI,,
ann the weapon In the shorter
Bile space of time. The only ,h,,
retarded him was the reali,s,,s
he must not waste too man,
tridges. Elmira had brought M.
a small supply.
He would walk all Afternoon
somewhat easier and resting ma.
ten than In the morning: and
were the times that he apprea,,
fragment of jerked venisop n.
halt just before nightfall ond n.,'
camp.
And the best hour Of all n
his meal, as he sat In the -
shadows with his pipe. At thh
he felt the spirit of the pines n
before. He knew their great
ing sorrow, their infinite wisdom
inexpressible aloofness with
they kept watch over the wild
The smoke would drift about
soothing clouds; the glow Of ts
was red and warm over him, Hi
think then. Life revealed some
lesser mysteries to him. And y
gan to glimpse the distant gIs,
even greater truths, and someHn
seemed to him that he could Ii
catch and hold them. Always 4
some message that the pines Eey|
Ing to tell him-partly in word
made when their limbs rubbed d
er, partly In the nature Of q gatl
CORY of which their dark, imp
forms were the symbols. Ikd
only see clearly, But II seemedh
that passion blinded his eyes
and more he realized that the
like the stars, were living synb
great powers who lived abou
world, powers that would Ydf
men If they would but listen los'
patiently enough, and in Whose
lay happiness.
The last afternoon he travdd
He wanted to reach Lindas NJ
fore nightfall. But the trail n
long for that. The twilight 4
find him still a weary two nlh
tant. And the way was qut
when he plunged Into the ~un
ture of the Ross estates.
Half an hour later he was
the Sentinel Pine. He wonders
Linda was not waiting beneath
his fancy, he thought Of 1t "
the ordained place for her %
haps she had merely failed TO y
footsteps. He called into @
door.
"Linda," he said, "Tve come
No answer reached him. Inc
rang through the silent roou
echoed back to him. He TaiS
the threshold.
A chair in the front room wan
over. His heart leaped at M
of 1t. "Linda." he called ID
"where are you? It's Bruce
He stood an Instant listen
great fear creeping over ,aa on
colled once more, first to Llna
then to the old woman y
leaned through the doorway
The kitchen was similarly ~
From there he went to Lind.i
Her coat and hat lay Oh W.
there was no Linda to stretca ~ \.
to him. He started to 50 ou 4
he had come, but went insteaa a..
own room, A sheet Of no'e7sf
on the bed. ,.at
r. hod been scrawled hunia!
although he had never re. "a MI
ten word from Linda he o'' :"
but that it was her manu-.
~. "The Turner'S are c0ninsa g..
. GLIMPSE uns Of them on the iis!s has
is Il 1 no use of my trying tor, to 's's -
wait for them in the is'a iron. ~. u
maybe they won't find ,s tbs p%s No..
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