Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1934-04-25

L III u bdu AVtt hiAcb OdNoAAHt ~
fit to speak to you or look at you,
but no matter what am I've got
to tell you this-that there's enough
white nan In me to make me live
In hell because of what | did-or
tried to do-to you. I'm on my
knees to you. Not asking your for
glveness-that couldn't be-but just
down in the dirt and wanting you
to know 1t. That's all. Thanks
for listening"
He took off his hat and turned
sharply on his heel. and as Sonya
threw In the clutch and roared
away she was conscious of the two
dark strangers and Parks In the
shadow OF the doorway intently
watching them both.
So he was In hell. was he? In
the dirt, was he? Well, that was
where he deserved to be, rotter that
he wasl
A tall man. Lean and built with
unusual grace. Narrow hlpped, broad
shouldered, straight In the back. He
wore a blue flannel shirt with pearl
buttons and a dark hat, and there
were belled spurs on his stitched
boots. Cowboy stuff. yet she did
not know of any cattle ranch in
this wide sheep country where he
might work.
Where did he come from? What
was he doing In this part of the
country? Why had he come round
the curve of Two Fingers hogan
that day-on foot? She'd ask Two
Fingers about that matter.
"Well," said Serge at supper, ut
seems lonely without Rod. Good
old scout. You're a lucky girl,
Sonya."
"Am II" said Sonya. Sometimes
/ wonder"
what? About Rod Blake? No
finer man In this world He's still
young, and one of the best lawyers
In New York; rich, partly by his
own efforts, partly by family inner
itance, of good blood and impec-
cable principles. I'm surprised at
you
"Yes. Well, maybe" said the girl.
Lila looked at her across the table
for a long moment with a strange
expression in her eyes but said
nothing. Later, as the two women
washed the dishes and set the
house to rights for the night, she
looked at her again.
"Sonya, darling" she said calmly,
"Rod Blake is not the man. / don't
believe you love Rod, honestly, deep
down, as a woman should love the
man she marries. | haven't thought
so for a long time, for nearly all
of this last visit of his"
A flame of loyalty flared up In
Sonya.
"Piffle!" she said holly. "Of
course | love him, the old dear.
Go on, put Babs to bed, and don't
worry that yellow head Of yours.
BY this time next year I'll be Mrs.
Rodney Blake, riding around New
York In a limousine-and you'll be
darned lonesome out here without
me-"
"And howl" said Lila inelegantly
but fervently. II don't want to
think about it."
Then don't. There's a long time
and a lot of things between"
How long and how many, meas
ured by their Importance, Sonya
herself could not foresee.
The next day she rode over tc
Chez wash again and found Little
Moon so much better that she wa:
sitting up. And she found n Of
her enemies. This was Yellow
Buck, a medicine man, who regard
ed her services to his people as
direct inroad on his territory anC
hated her accordingly. She was
trying to replace his sings ant
devil-chasing with the medicine II
her s%addlebags. She was all bad.
1.-TWO Fingers" said Sonya wher
she was ready to leave that day
"who was that man who came herr
on foot the day my man came afte'
me? Tall man with sun hair, SIX.
eyes7"
Two Fingers shook his head.
"No can say" he said. "Come her
for other horse. His horse 90 ba'
lame. l give him horse, go get hi
next day. In corral now. Goo'
horse. No see so good horse, ever
Come see"
Sonya swung up on Darkness
and followed him around the hogal
and up a little rise to where severa
brush-and-stlck corrals stood anon
some low trees. There, In n 0
them, stood such a horse as she ha
not seer ever, either. Taller tina
Darkness, who was a fine specime
of native animal which the Indian
called American horse, bright a
new gold and Of its color, thong
paler, this horse was built with
grace and beauty that t~ranscende
description.
MY heavens !" said Sonya wor
deringly. my heavensl Your
right, Two Fingers. No see so goo
horse ever. And this Is not th
one"