Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-01-01
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WIN Woo iiI IL SAlC VIII
Then he vas at his best, for he knew
he had found that rars combination
in IN audience Of feminine sympathy
which made no personal demands.
They talked until he was overcome by
! sleepiness; then she ins.,ted upon 60
ing with him to his tent and filling
her own hot water bottle for him.
Even at that, the blankets were in
adequate to keep out tie permeating
cold which dawn brought. He awoke
in a fit of coughing and put on a
padded dressing gown over his yellow
silk pajamas. The sun was up before
he slept again.
The insistent ringing of a bell made
him open his eyes, but lie turned over
again. Presently voices outside the
canvas flap brought him to full and
Initiated consciousness
We'll, he was the one who pulled
this stuff about wanting to rough it,
he heard Corbin declare. The chuckle
which followed disclosed clearly his
skepticism.
Hartley had made up his mind to
explain about his incipient bronchitis
and ask for a cabin with a stove in
it, but now he realized he could not.
There was silence, then another bell
rang. He looked at his platinum wrist
watch. Quarter Of nine. 1t was diff
cult to shave in icy water, but eventu-
ally he had attired himself in riding
breeches, brown leather boots, a tan
silk shirt with q yellow handkerchief
knotted around his throat, and he felt
better.
At nine-twenty he entered the de-
serted dining room in which a plump
waitress in a short pink frock was
laying the tables for luncheon.
Cant serve you no breakfast now
she said cheerfully. Last bell rang
half an hour ago."
He jingled the money IN his pockets
"Iu make it worth your while, and
the. cooks, too"
"Lawsie, we wouldn't dare make nc
exception. You go down to the store
though-you can git something there
She went TO the door and pointed
toward the little cabin at the edge OF
the corral.
Just as he approached this building
he heard the sound of two horses be-
hind him on the road. A child's voice
called, "Hello!" He turned, and his
heart gave a sudden thump. For the
other rider was Peggy Ross.
She held out her hand to him with
out a word, although her face was
flushed.
Il came back to find you," he said.
Her candid brown eyes looked into
his and her lips curved with a happy
smile.
Were going on a picnic" said Peg
gy's small sister. Don't you want tc
go?"
I'D love to-"
We'll, we're late now-we were sup
posed to start at nine-you'd better
get your horse"
AS if hypnotized, he opened the gate
for them, then passed through. Ter
or twelve persons mounted on horses
shouted at the newcomers to hurry
One of the wranglers produced a bic
white mare for Holmes, adjusted the
stirrups, and filled the saddle bag with
a coffee pot, tin cups, aid knives and
forks.
The ava started up the hill
Holmes had neither spurs nor whip anc
he remembered from the summer be-
fore that these steeds required both
But when he looked at Peggy, radiant
and silent beside him. nothing else
seemed to matter. AS they passed
neal the gray plane, she glanced al
it, then across at him."
1T seems like a dream she said.
And to him the whole scene had the
specious glamor of unrIllity.
When her small sister, Helen, thanked
him on the other side End bombardec
him with questions, he became con-
scious that the mounting sur was hot
on his uncovered head. The sensation
Of emptiness in his stomach grew acute
After two hours of hard riding, every
movement of his badly gated horse
increased his feeling of nausea.
The remainder of the climb wa
sheer torture.
When at last they reached the shore
Of a beautiful mountain lake, the,
tied their horses to the trunks Of pint
trees.
Hartley tried to thinl, of something
to say to the girl, something which
would be memorable. But the aroms
of bacon sizzling in the great pam
was more real than romance. HI
moved toward the fire over which
wrangler presided deity.
Here's a sandwich for you'll" One O
the women held out two thick slices O.
white bread. There's peanut butte,
inside!"
Not for years had Hartley tastet
white bread, but now he ate 1t, ther
another sandwich containing bacon
drank a cup of creamed soup, ant
finished with three large cups Of COFFEE
with condensed milk and sugar.
Temporarily his appetite was ap
peased, but his feeling of illness IN
creased. The soggy sandwiches, tn
sugar to which he was unaccustomed
weighed like stones in the pit Of hi
stomach. When he sat in the sur h
was too hot, when he moved into tn
shade ne felt chilled.
just as he had effected a com
promise, lying on a steamer rug will
his aching head protected, Peggy aske'
him If he didn't want to climb tn
rocky slope behind them on foot.
1.-THE view Is wonderful