Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1934-05-02
III--Continued

wash, her hat down over her eyes,
smiling a little just In the Joy of
diving and the beauty of the desert.
There was no one sick about, now
that Little Moon was getting well,
and she would do some of the things
she wanted to do for herself for a
long time. For one, she would go
over and spend a couple of days
with her friend Myra Little, on the
Black Sheep ranch. She hadn't seen
her for three months, and she was
very fond of her.
She started early to avoid as much
of the days heat as possible, and
made the long hard ride In good
time, trotting into Myra's door yard
just as she was putting dinner on
the table.
Myra, a tall, gaunt woman, des-
ert bitten of face and form but
dawn fair inside her soul, was at
her stirrup before she could dis
mount.
my soul alivei r. she cried catch
ing the girls hand, "now just isn't
this a treatl All, Sonya. how glad /
am to see your
She put her arm around the girls
waist and the two women entered
the wide low ranch house where the
savory smell of baked mutton and
potatoes scented the warm air.
Sonya smiled around at the cool,
deep room. so plain, SO comfortable,
where this courageous and intrepid
Myra lived her hard working life.
The meal steaming on the table
was plain but good: hot bread, the
mutton and potatoes, onions sliced
In vinegar, and a a Of fruit
opened In her honor. Myra owned
and ran the Black sheep ranch.
"Oh. Sonya," said Myra happily,
81 just can't tell you how good 1t is
TO see you'll It's been a long time
since we had a talk, an I'm just
goin' to lay off the whole afternoon
for the matter. Come on, Sonya,
let's 60 an rest"
Sonya followed her into the dark
ened room beyond, which served as
the best room Of the house. On Its
walls were astonishing paintings of
the desert land In oils: rich, true,
glowing canvases that would have
drawn their crowds In any gallery
of the world. These were Myra Lit
Ties romance, her satisfying draught
of beauty, her outlet for that inner
flneness which found 30 little chance
in the stark service Of the sheep.
Always they struck Sonya anew
with their austere magnitude, and
always SIS now she stood before
them m~arveling.
TITS a shame, Myra,n she said
now, shaking her head. "that these
pictures can't be hung In New York.
Maybe some day when I'm there I'll
see about the matter"
"You goin' there, Sonya7 Takin'
a trIpi" asked Myra quickly.
mo-" said sonya. "and yes. No
trip. Going to stay, l guess"
"What?"
The word came quick and sharp.
Sonya moved uneasily. nodded.
II think So" she said, turning to
look at Myra ~gravely. when @
woman Ia engaged to marry q man,
she goes where he lives, doesn't
she?"
why, I didn't know"
mo. 1t isn't public property, but
! am. Rodney Blake. an old college
friend Of Serge's. Fine man."
Myra stood silent, searching
sonya's face with her clear gray
eyes.
"Why, Sonya," she said present,
ly, show win we all ever do with.
out your And yet that's only selfish.
ess 1t win be fine for you. You've
lived no fast and deeply In this des
ert that it's only right you 60 back
where you belong, get the rest an
life that's comm to you. You de-
serve it."
"Well-maybe. But now let's SIT
down and visit. We haven't had
a real talk-fest for months and
months"
Sonya heard that the Brights still
farther over east had a pair oil