The Adair County news., 1922-10-10

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didn't know which direction to take,
whether up or down the creek.
He gave the problem a moments
thought. Take the road up the
Divide" Barney Wegan had saids and
at once Bruce knew that the course
lay up the creek, rather than down.
A divide means simply the high places
between one watershed and another,
and of course Trails End lay some
where beyond the source of the stream.
The creek itself was apparently a
sub-tributary of the Rogue, the great
river to the south.
Bruce was in mood to be delighted,
these early morning hours. He was on
the way to Linda; a dream was about
to come true. The whole adventure
was of the most thrilling and JOY
Gus anticipations. He did not feel
the load of his heavy suitcase. 1t
was nothing to his magnificent young
strength.
The sun rose higher, and be began
to feel its power. The sweat came
out on his bronze face, but he never
felt better in his life. There was but
one great need, and that was break
fast.
A man of his physique feels hungel
quickly. The sensation increased IN
intensity, and the suitcase grew cor
respondingly heavy. And all at once
he stopped short in the road. The
impulse along his nerves TO his leg
muscles was checked, like an, cleo
trio current at the closing of a switch
and an instinct of unknown origir
struggled for expression within him
In an instant he had it, He didn'
know whence it came. 1t was moth
ing he had read or that any one ha;
told him. 1t seemed to be rather tn,
result of some experience in his owl
immediate life, an occurrence of 50
long ago that he had forgotten It. He
suddenly knew where he could find
his breakfast. He set his suitcase
down, and with the confidencek of a
man who hears the dinner call in his
own home, he struck off intS the
thickets beside the creek beds In
stinct-and really, after all, instinct
is nothing but memory-led his steps
true. T.
He glanced here and there, NOT even
wondering at the singular fact that
he did not know exactly what manner
Of food he was seeking. In mo-
ment he came to a growth of thorn
covered bushes, a thicket that only
the She-bear knew how to penetrate.
But it was enough for Bruce just
to stand at it's edges. The bushes
were bent down with a load Cf de-
hciOus berries.
He wasn't in the least surprised. lie
had known that he would find 1hem.
Always, at this season Of the yen, the
woods were rich with them; onS only
had to slip quickly through the back
door-while the mothers eye waS else
where-to find enough of the1 not
only TO pack the stomach full Hut to
stain and discolor most of theI face.
But it seemed to him that he rehched
lHClu SdStcI-lIdA u6 SApcSlOO. 4IllhCA
the bushes were not so tall as be re
membered them, or-since hisl first
knowledge of them-his own stature
had increased.
When he had eaten the last berry
he could possibly hold, he weht to
the creek to drink. He lay down be-
side still pool, and the watei was
cold to his lips. Then he rose 1t the
sound of an approaching motor car
behind him.
The driver-evidently cattlehan-
stopped his car and looked at Bruce
with some curiosity. He mark9d the
perfectly fitting suit of dark funnel,
the trim, expensive shoes t'latt were
already ddst-stained, the silke1I shirt
On which juicy berry hadf been