The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-01-21
bu Ruth OxoA6.

| SuDuueQ ana meaningless muEflul but she had much to think about ] Well, she told herself, the inter- Jude was over-rnountain madness or whatever madness it had been In a few days now-or Q few weeks she would be going back to New York, and everything would be just the same as if she had never come cut here to the mountains, never seen Scott Glenn-never lived more in those all too brief moments that he had held her in the magic circle of his arms than in the rest of her life put together. At all events she would go no more into the mountains. She must put Glenn and the little cabin on the high boulder carefully out of her mind Occasionally in the years to come perhaps there would be a quiet moment when she might smile pat sonizingly a little contemptuously no doubt, at the recollection of that crazy star chasing interlude when she had come so dangerously near to throwing herself away on a hermit who lived in a hut in the mountains"
 Perhaps Glenn was sitting at this moment before the paper filtered able which Sheb-shaggy, hostile 0ld Sheb-didn't keep dusted as well as he ought, figuring over the olue print After all, though, he had his reservoir and when that was finished, another one some where else, no doubt. He was busy nan-perhaps woman more CT less wouldn't make much differ ence in the long run
 Suddenly she strengthened up. every sense on the alert-leaned ever the railing. Glenn's dam the reserveir-i Those were the very words she had inadvertently caught from below She strained forward, almost holding her breath in her eagerness to hear more, gradually accommodating her hearing to the mumbled tones beneath her on the porch She gleaned a word here, phrase there; pieced them slow ly into sentences, the meaning Of which left her stunned and cold.
 She reused herself, snatched a sweater from a chair, donned her boots and thrust her hand into the right pocket to make sure the re- volver was still there.
 Five minutes later she crept noiselessly down the back stairs, tiptoed past the quarters of the sleeping servants, unbolted @ door and slipped out into the mooniess night.
 Making a wlde c;rcle round the house, she dropped at last into the trail which led to Glenn's cabin and swung into as brisk a gait as she felt she could possibly main- tain.
 She was trying to it together | number of disjointed facts that per- sisted S stu b ornly in her mind Douglas had been in the part of the woods where Glenn's worklnen were blasting that afternoon. Then there was the lawyers strange in- timacy with Burkhalter-his and Morse's conference with Burkhalter and the Mexican that very evening The main thing was to get to Glenn before it was too late. Every thing else could wait.
 Oddly enough, she did not once stop to consider that she was be- traying the interests of the man whom she had promised less than three hours since to marry. The obligation to him, the debt to her aunt-all were swept away over whelmingly in the instinctive im- pulse to save the work of the man she loved. She did love him; there was no use trying to deceive her self about that any longer.
 Copyright, Ruth Cross)
 Glenn ponders how to pay
 Emily Wilmot and free Anne.
 Read about his solution tomor-
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