White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1931-09-24

mail box. The Wigwam office. Yam
cey was not there. The Office was
| dark. She shook the door, ratified the
knob, peered In, unlocked it with the
key in her handbag. Her heart was
pounding, but she was not afraid of
the darkness. A cats eyes cleaned
at her from the printing shop. She
struck light. No one. No one. The
linotype machine grinned at her with
its white teeth. Its iron arm and
hand shook tauntingly at her in the
wavering light. With sudden pre-
monition she ran to Yancey's desk,
opened the drawer in which he kept
his holster and six-shooters, now that
Usage had become so effete as to make
them an unessential article Of dress.
They were not there. She knew then
that Yancey had gone.
Doc Valiant. She closed and locked
the door after her, stepped out into
the quiet blackness Of Pawhuska ave-
nue.. Doc Valiant. He would go with
her. He would drive her out there.
But his office and the room at the rear,
which was his dwelling, gave forth nc
response. Gone out somewhere
case. Down the rickety wooden steps
of the two-story brick building. She
stood moment in the street, looking
this way and that. She struck her
palms together in kind Of agony of
fltility. She would go alone If she
had horse and buggy. She could
rent one at the livery stable. But
what would they think-those men
at the stable? They were the
gossips of the town. 1t would be all
over Usage, all over the county. Sabra
Cravat driving out into the prairie
alone in the middle of the night.
Something up. Well, she couldn't help
that. She had to CO. She had to get
him.
Toward the livery stable, past the
Bixby house. A quiet little figure
rose from the blackness of the porch
where all through the day the travel
ing men and loafers sat with their
chairs tilted back against the wall.
The red coal Of his cigar was an eve
in the darkness
"Sabra! What is this! What are
you doing running around at this hour
of the night?'
Sol Levy, sitting there in the Okla
homa night, lonely little figure, Sleep
less, brooding. He had never before
called her Sabra.
"Sol! Sol! Gins out at the reser-
walton. Something's happened.
know. l feel it,
He did not scott at this, as most
men would. He seemed to understand
her fear, her premonition, and to ac-
cept it with oriental fatalism.
"What do you want to do?"
"Take me out there. Hitch up and
drive me out there. Gins got the
buggy. He went out with her."
He did not ask where Yancey was.
He asked nothing. "Go home" he said,
"Wait on your porch. Ill get my rig
and come for you. They shouldn't
see you. Do you want me to go home
with you first?"
mo, no. I'm not afraid. I'm not
afraid of anything"
Sol Levy had two very fine horses;
really good animals. They won the
races regularly at the local fairs. The
little light rig with it's smart rubber
tires whirled behind them over the red
dusty Oklahoma prairie roads. His
slim hands were not expert with
horses. He was nervous, jerky
driver. They left the town behind
them, were swallowed up by the
prairie. The reservation was full
two hours distant. Sabra took off her
hat. The night air rushed against her
face, cooling it. A half hour.
.Let me drive, will you, Sol?"
Without a word he entrusted the
reins to her strong, accustomed hands;
the hands Of one who had come Of
generations of horse lovers. The ami
mails sensed the change. They leaped
ahead in the darkness. The light
buggy rocked and bounced over the
rutted roads, Sol asked her nothing.
They drove in silence. Presently she
began to talk, disjointedly. Yet, sur
prisingly enough, he seemed intui-
lively to understanding fill in the
gaps with his own instinct and imag-
ination. What she said sounded abb
surd: he knew it for tragedy.
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u see," said Sol Levy, soothingly.
"Sure. Well, sure. The boy will be
all right. The boy will be all right.
Well, Yancey-you know how he is
Yancey. Do you think he has gone
away again? I mean-gone?"
II don't know" Then, Eyes,"
Three o'clock and after. They came