The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1924-10-29

e INJURED. you have been straight
, with Zenr-
"As God hears me-" Grant ar
, swered
For an instant the eyes of the rival
and friends-met; rivals no longer
friends only, forever. Then the form
OF Transley shivered In the arms O
Zen and Dennison Grant shivered, ant
settled into eternal sleep.
Inc sun of another summer wal
flooding the tawny tanks of the foot
hills when Zen and Dennison GRAM
rode together over the old trail TO The
I'D. Since Transley' death Grant had
not spoken to Zen of love; he seemed
10 know that at the proper time Zen
herself would break silence. And now
she had asked him to accompany her
10 her fathers home, and to spend a
few days roaming their old haunts In
the foothills.
f.D., older but in unimpaired vigor,
greeted him bosterously. "Well, well,
you old coyotel Had to come back to
the hills! They all do. If / was q
young man again I'd get me herd o.
heifers an trek into the back country,
J spite O. hell an high water"
The greeting of the rancher's wife
was less ELUSIVE, but no less sincere.
The evening was spent in hospitality.
The next afternoon Zen appeared at
the gate with horses saddled for two.
Come, Denny, we are going for
ride" she announced, land in few
minutes their mounts were pounding
down the trail which led over the foot
hills to the South YD.
Zen was strangely silent upon their
ride, and Grant, after futile attempts
to engage her In conversation, was
content 10 ride at her side and admire
her Craftsmanship and her beauty. The
suffering and the years had left her
strangely unsecured; she seemed to
Grant wholly as adorable as on that
day of her unspoken confession when
they had met at the ford. Soon she
must speak Well, he had waited; he
still could wait.
They followed the trail, little
changed by all the passage of years.
down the slopes to the South Y.D
They forded the river, and Zen swung
her horse about in the grove of cotton
woods.
you remember this spot, Dennyf
she asked. ut is where we first met.
II remember" he said. No, he would |
not be tempted into a demonstration
She must lead.
The sun was gliding the mountain
tops with gold, and gliding too, Zen's
face and hair with beauty ineffable
For moment she sat in the slantins
light like statue of bronze. For ar /
instant her eys met his; then fell. She
spurred her horse to a plunge and gal.
loped ahead up the valley.
Miles passed, and the quick twi-
light of the foothills was upon them
before she drew up again. This time
it was by great bowlder, a sort Of
Hat rock stranded on the sloping
shoulder of a hill. Something seemed
20 burst in Grants throat as he rec
,gnized 1.-THE, rock on which they
lad spent that memorable night SO
ong ago when the world and they
we're youngI Thank God, Zen was
-oung still Romance burned in ner
leart-who but Zen would have
bought of this?
He sprang from his horse, and she
rom hers. He approached her with
pen arms.
"Zen-you have brought me here
OF a purpose. Don't deny it, l un-
erstand"
She was in his arms. "How well 7
on read ones mind" she murmured.
But oh. how SLOWLY"
He held her tight. There were
'orlds to say, but he could whisper II
My "Zen-my Zen," into the tangled s
Iory of her hair. \
At length she held him gently away. c
believe some one is coming up the ! II
ALL she said r,
1t was true enough; q horse and e,
der were rapidly approaching. AS d
, skirted the hill he caught sight Of d.
em, swung off from The trail and b.
de up beside them. re
"Ah. here you are" he exclaimed VI
iope didn't keep you waiting, Mrs. rs
'ansley?" tu
you are punctuallty ITSELF" Zen oil
i'd. as she took his hand. you &c
vent met Mr.. Grant? Denny, this in
Mr.. Munroe--the reverend Mr.. te
lnroe' ru
The reverend What How Zen. re
plain things" W,
Very simple. Mr.. Munroe was 70 eli
'et us here at eight. It's eight
lock. and here he is
Zen was unstrapping kit from her
Idle. II have document here-if ho
haven't lost it-which will interest 80,
. Munroe. All. here Ii is" oe
'he produced an envelope. and Mr.. "a
nroe examined the contents. Seems 80,
in order" he remarked "A -
'nse authorizing the marriage of
nnison Grant and Zenith Transley. 90,
IS rock should make a very ac- .;s
table pulpit. Suppose, Mr.. Grant, -,
take this woman's hand In yours IN,
l.