The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-18

lived here among them all my HIe. l
 eff you'd ever been anywhere else, you wouldn't stay here.''
 .ewhy do you say that? asked John | Bolt interestedly. Don't you like Ne vada?'
 Indeed I do not" she answered | frankly. You don't Know how l | have learned to 1oaahe those great gray, snow-capped mountains! They've been like a high wall shutting me off," he said simply. That's because you are big! said she. T don't like them because am little!' "You are not so very ltttle." he answered.
 "Oh, I didn't mean in stature. | mean I'm little in my likes and dis l likes, my a.musements, my aims and ambitions, I am little in my thoughts. And I am sure you are not"
 "what makes you say that?" he | asked, wonderingly.
 "I know it. I-sense it! You have a soul above trivialities. You think big thoughts. You dream big dreams. Your ambitions are tremendous!' "I don't think dream any dreams, either big or 1ittle,'' he ad- | u11CLSd aOhSSlAy. 0oh 1AAAAHAA have any ambitions"
 yet. Perhaps you have not yet begun | to 1ive!"
 He was startled.
 Glow do you mean?' he asked. l sTIow do you mean?" he asked. "Well, you've stayed here so long, it's never occurred to you pernaps that mines aren't the biggest, most 1,i ov,YI, nx n are you?''
 'Twenty-six,'' answered John Bolt.
 "so am l." she answered beam ing. s'You are my age exactly
 But ye gods. the difference between us! I have travelled all over the
 globe. I have seen life. I have been married. IT have enjoyed-I have
 suffered I have lived. And you
 have been plodding on here in the
 same old grind, doing your days
 work well. I am sure-but never
 broadening your outlook-never in-
 creasing your knowledge of Hfe-nev- eradding to your experiences. 1T inn agine dying and leaving the world
 without ever having seen it.'' II He was staring at her, absorbed. "But I've no money-for travel!" he protested.
 "Poufi A man like you can get money! It is no great trick!" |, He turned from her slowly to gaze
 upon the familiar landscape to see it with new eyes. "Alkan dust and sage-brush," said the woman disgustedly. '~This dreadful West is like pris- on to me. And you have never
 known anything else.'
 There was born within John Bolt
 @ strange uneasiness, a restIessness
 that he had never felt before.
 Where do you 1ive?" she asked abruptly.
 up in the mountain there. It's a , plain little shack, but comfrotable a ha1f-breed Indian who cooks an6 , cleans for me Ande there I have my horse and my pipe and my dog!' : She nodded slowly.
 'In the East" she said, I've live in apartment buildings that have more luxurious conveniences thar ! Marie Antoinette enjoyed. We have lifts to convey us from the ground floor to- out doors. We have electric . lights, at the turn of a switch If w do not keep servants, we can te1e ! phone our order down and our naeal
 will be prepared and sent up. Ant , this at all hours. 3 From morning to night, you ca, !. be amused-with the shops, the res 1 @ and dancing-p1aces at night. It. more wonderful than fairy land!" "I should like to see it,' said Joh1
 Bolt.
 1 And then the others came up il
 the rattletrap stage, and dismountet
 and asked questions S As he talked, John Bolt was aIway - aware of Mrs. Waring's nearness. Sh e paid not the slightest heed to his re e cital. She petted the mare. Nancy :. and talked to Jeffrey. 0 The hot sun burned down upon he e shining hair, making it glisten lik l. live gold. And her white skin gleam # ed, and her big gray eyes shone ou o with on unholy light.
 Mrs. Waring, m meanwhile, was pay l. ing nIn.'e ns ed to the young Wester 8, ner than he knew.
 e His frarAl wonder and interest. hi 3, wtde-eyed curiosity, had caught he
 fancy. And she had always been at y, tracted by we'll made men-to he
 great regret.
 'e Lazily, through half dropped lid. r. she studied him. She smiled faintl
 at the topsyturvyness of it! If me It stiN lived as pioneers it would b n this young giant who would rule. Br
 brains had come to supersede brawl g. And then she fell to wondering Jus it how much gray matter Bolt mfgf le fevelop given the proper encourage
 ment.
 a- The problem still occupied her a le they left Shaft 37 and continued
 their way.
 Id Before. she had exerted an unwi1
 ting attraction upon him. But nov
 she set out purpose1y to draw hil Id to her.
 IS,
 is CHAPTER III. IT. The HuntresS. Lorah Waring was a past-mistre' a- of guile. Warfare had been the Ike. sa note of her existence. Her childhoo