The Washington times., 1938-04-05

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with arms unnecessarily tight.
Careful, sweet" he said. Jim
mustn't lose his bride"
Nor the bride mustn't lose her
Jim," said Trilla, quickly olsen
gaging RosSitor'S arms. She hur-
ried on downstream to find Jim;
met him returning, running
through the big drops of rain
which had started to fall.
Come on, folks!" he called.
Lets get under covert"
The three of them dashed back
to the buildings of the mining
company, where they found OLD
Preb glumly poking a reluctant
fire. Another of his sheep had
fallen victim to beariSh appetite
last night.
1.-The tenderfeet will come to
your rescue" Rossitor said. How
about some bear hunting this
morning, folks?"
When they neared the top of
Quakenasp Point, old Preb said:
Some of us ought to swing
around the knob, boys. Rossitor
do you want to try"
Maybe I'd better stick with
you," came the reply. "Jim's big
outdoor man. He won't get lost if
he goes alone"
Sure, I'll co." Jim volunteered.
and struck out alone.
you want to go with him,
Trilla?" RoSsitor asked.
I'm keeping to the shorter
route" she answered impatiently.
Some little distance behind Ros-
sitor and Preb, Trilla saw them
halt suddenly; heard Rossitor call
sharply to his companion.
CLAUDE'S TRAPPED
Before she could cry out, old
Preb's rifle had cracked. A rum
bling, angry roar rose from the
half-hidden shape. Trilla caught
the look of sudden terror on Claude
Rossitor's face. She saw him turn,
start running. But he slipped on
the wet grass and tumbled into a
rocky gulch below.
His left leg wedged into crew
ice of rock. He was trapped! Now
old Preb was trying to bring down
the wounded bear which was max
ing for Rossitor. But Preb's gun
had damned, useless.
The bullet-goaded bear was
within 20 feet of Claude Rossitor
when another rifle cracked sharply
twice. The sheep killer
floundered, rolled down into the
gulch. Then lin, coatless despite
the chill of this stormy country.
dashed to Rossitor's side.
Her face ashen pale, Trilla
stood there watching her husband
free Rossitor's trapped foot. She
said:
Its cold, Jim, dear. Why aren't
you wearing the coat"
II got to thinking it might be
the wrong color" he answered.
"How's the leg, Claude? Wrenched
too badly to walk on?"
"I'll be able to make camp"
gaSped the frightened man.
Rossitor looked into Trilla's
eyes. Then, silently he limped
away.
Rossitor was gone when t h e
others returned to the cabin. In
a low voice Jim said:
What is the matter, little
bride? There's something in the
air today besides dampness."
NEVER TRUSTED HIM
That evening a long telegram
from Barnard Layne was delivered
from the nearest town. It stated
that Claude Rossitor, without Of
fering a reason, had wired his
resignation from Denver.
Funny" Jim told Trilla. "Your
dad has never completely trusted
Claude"
She glanced up at a black
leather coat hanging on the cabin
wall and answered: "A shrewd
man, dad"
Now what, blue eyeS?"
IF you'll pardon me, Jim,
darling, I might say that all who
hunt bears may be SportSmen, but
not necessarily sports"
"Hm-m!" Jim smiled. Then
you're thinking, maybe like am,
that the only reason Claude
loaned me that black coat was
because he thought near-Sighted
cid Preb might - might kill the
wrong bear? Don't answer,
my sweet. Let's forget him
Seems swell, just the two Of us
honeymooning again, doesn't it?"