White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-02-20
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: THE EXILE OF
THE LARIAT
BY HoNoRE WiLLslE :
Copyright 1928
Frederick A. Stokes Company
: New York

II Frederick A. Stokes Company s
IL New York
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CONTINUED from Last Week.
Under neither" Hugh's eyes were
twinkling Here! / think l can find
an exact statement in this"
He opened bulletin he had been
reading just as Pink, one side of his
face white with lather stamped in,
followed by Principal Jones, tall old
man with shock of white hair.
\ Am / going to be shaved or amt
4 I? demanded Pink, furiously.
4 Nobody could shave you with your
i jaw wagging like a dogs TAIL" re-
torted Chamberlain. 'Tm over here
| trying to get some facts to stop it
with
"Hughie," demanded Pink, wasn't
that last caitter you brought in before
Bookie died a lizard?"
"It was a prehistoric bird, you
fool." shouted Principal Jones in a
voice of entire evaporation.
/ wait moment, you fellows! Wait
4 moment" exclaimed Hugh. "I'll tell
you the story of that little dinosaur
and then you'll understand what you're
arguing about"
He leaned against the counter, lslf
i 81,
window at the air camp into which
white-winged plane was settling home.
His voice was low and curiously per-
suasive. He was conscious of keen
desire to make these old friends Of his
see the picture as he saw 1t. So great
was his concentration that he did not
heed the chances Of interest directed
by his three hearers toward the door
as Miriam Page entered, nor did he
note their little grins Of amusement
as she motioned to them for silence.
lin the long ago, old timers" said
Hugh, there was lake stretching
like a sea over these plains, from half
way up tho Baldies to the peaks Of
the White Wolves. And the reason
that we know this is so is because
the story Of it is written imperishably
on the walls Of the mountains. And
the hieroglyphics in which the story
is written are these"
One after another he interpreted
1.-THE familiar landmarks about them.
Mountains became tropic islands.
Mesas became crescent sea beaches.
The desert turned to uncanny jungles
which thronged with the monsters Of
long dead world.
Miriam leaned against the doorpost,
her gaze intent on the back Of Hugh's
head. Billy Chamberlain now and
again, swallowed with his jaws half
opened. Principal Jones, with head
craned forward, blinked and nodded
as he did whenever pupil acquitted
himself shockingly well. Pink breathed
heavily through his nose, forgetting
TO watch Miriam.
and that" Hugh completed his
tale, lis how the little dinosaur was
saved from the ages for France
Say, Hughie," said Billy Chamber
lain, cts shame to waste good
thunder like than on stones Do you
know you could persuade hydro
phobia skunk to think he was a
canary bird. It amt that you're such
a good talker, either. It's your way"
Pink cleared his throat care you
ever going to shave me, Billy?"
Come on! Come on! hope you can
keep your jaw quiet, now you've been
showed up wrong!"
Hugh turned, smiling as the two
belligerents strobe toward the door,
to discover Miriam, her eyes still In
tent upon him. She came slowly to-
ward him.
II came to buy" she said, "and
stayed to-" she hesitated-"I stayed
Ito beg"
Hugh took her outstretched hand,
ITO beg?" he repeated a little awk-
wardly.
YES" said Miriam, chat you would
not waste your gift"
"You mean my work." exclaimed
Hugh, with eager satisfaction. q
knew you'd understand"
| mot your work. I don't know much
about that as yet. Your gift is the
priceless gift Of personality. Some
thing vivid and fine that people get
quite without your willing it to be So"
Hugh was feeling more and more
collapsed He looked at Miriam with
the old expression Of baffled weari-
ness, Principal Jones cleared his
throat. Neither Miriam nor Hugh
heard him. The old man looked from
one to the other with keen scrutiny,
waited a moment in the unembar
raised silence, then, quite unheeded,
tip-toed out, of the shop.
Don't look at me sol" exclaimed
Miriam. Il do understand you-better
than you, realize"
Hugh shook his head with little
smile. There is so little to under
stand about me that you're not COM
plimenting yourself. You look tired.
How did you come in?"
ION old Lemon Skin. My first long