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me HEART OF NIGHT WIND A STORY Of THE GREAT NORTHWEST Oy VINGIE E. ROE ILLUSTRATIONS by RAY WALTERS COPYG/GNT GY DODD. MEAD AHD COMPANY SYNOPSIS. Siletz of Daily's lumber camp directs a stranger to the camp. Walter Bandry Introduces himself to John Dally, fore man. as "the Dllllngworth Dumber Co., or most of It." He makes acquaintance with the camp and the work he has come from the Bast to superintend and make successful. He writes to Ills father that he Intends to get a handful of the wealth In the uncut timber of the region. He gives Siletz permission to ride Black Bolt, nls saddle horse. In an emergency he f»rov«s to the foreman that he does not ack judgment. Blletz tells him of the Preacher. Ho discovers that Sllets bears the sign of the Sllets tribe of Indians and wonders what her surname Is. In the flush of a tender moment he calls her "the Night Wind in the Pines" and kisses her. Poppy Ordway, a magazine writer from New York, comes to Daily's to get material for a romance of the lumber region. Hampden of the Yellow Pines Co. wants Sundry to keep off a tract of stumpage he claims title to and Bandry thinks he has bought as the East Belt. Hampden sets up a cabin on the East • Belt and warns trespassers off. Bandry can find no written evidence of title to the tract. His men pull down the cabin. Sandry compares Blletz and Poppy. CHAPTER X. The Fight in the Timber. Whep Sandry awoke next morning the gray day was alight outside his pane and he could hear the rumble of the dinkey as it rocked up from the lower rollway. By this he knew that breakfast whb over and the crews out lu the hills. Therefore he got Into his clothes in double-quick time, swung up to the cook-shack, washed in the porch and presented himself with apologies to Ma Dally. Stletz came In in the dusk of the long room and set the cup beside him, quiet, soft-footed, slim and straight In her plain garments. She seemed made for service, the unquestioning service of woman, as she waited upon his needs after the fashion of the prim itive mate of man. She placed a last touch here and there, smiled at him and crossing to the west door, snapped her fingers to the big mongrel and stepped out. Sandry, his hand unconsciously polßed with raised spoon, watched her. He saw her hasten as she neared the edge of the level, and finally, as If she could no longer hold herself to the decorum of her pace, break into flight, running like a deer up among the pines with long bounding leaps. As she dis appeared ho dropped hlB hand and be came aware of Ma Dally in the door to the kitchen She, too, was watching her. “Mrs. Daily," he said suddenly, "what Is S’letz?” The old lady turned on him quickly the piercing glance of her sharp eyes. “Just a girl," she said succinctly. She turned to her realm and Sandry rose and went out In the mist. Ho cllmbod steadily with something of the logger’s movement. This much he had learned along with a thousand Other things of the free life, and yet he was a novice—Johnny Eastern «UIL He was thinking deeply as he climbed, lost in the majeßtic silence of the hushed pineß with the stilling car pet of needles at their feet, and it was some time after the first sounds from ahead had come to him dimly that he wakened to the loud voices of men in quarrel. As he broke through the wall of dripping waist-high fern ho came full upon a sight that stirred his blood, and bred his wrath, in spite of his ef fort to keep calm. There in the new cutting stood Hampden, his face red with fury, his eyes snapping, his dou bled fists shaking at Daily who front ed him. Behind the two the mon were' grouped in menacing bunches. They were huge fellows, every one of them, as if thoy had been picked purposely, bare-armed, open-throated, wet with the constantly falling, soft mist. Those of llampdon were armed with pikes and peavies to a man—and these are deadly weapons. Daily’s crew car ried axes and had cant hooks. *T told your Johnny Eastern to stay off this here land!" cried the owner of ths Yellow Tines, hlB voice running up o* the last word in a squeak of rage, "an’ Til see’t he does! An* you an’ your river hogs that you pass as loggers! Rotten outfit, ye are! You’ll git off an’ stay off! This laud belongs to me by right of good money paid an' you tore down O’Connel’s home steader's cabin! That’s ag’in the law!" He thrust out his heavy face belliger ently, Inviting Insult, a first movement of violence. It came, not from Dally, the easy-going, tactful foreman, who had righted many toppling crises, but from Jim An worthy, the curly-headed young scapegrace who was the worri ment and favorite of Ma Dally. He flung himself forward with a whoop. "Rotten are we! ’Live clean to th’ heart!" And with a lightning pass he slapped Hampden square in the face, leaping backward like a cat In a (lash the two groups of men had mingled and the silent woods .rang with a conflict that was a delight to overy heart in the mixup, with the exception, perhaps of liampden, who was too small and □ieun of nuture to love anything for Us own sake. .Sundry on the outskirts beheld It Mth consternation. Mon!" he scouted, jumping up on a •tump. “Hampden! Hampden! Daily! iiagipdagf A bare arm shot forward into a face which crumpled and sank out of sight and the owner of the arm looked up at him. “Come off your perch, Johnny!” ho cried with the insolence of Indjffer ence, and even In the excitement of the moment the thrust went home to the young owner. His Jaw tightened and he marked the man, one of the fallers, for future reckoning. How the tight would have ended Sandry, thinking it over afterward, could never decide. They were evenly matched In intent, the two factions, and nearly so In numbers, though Hampden’s force was a trifle the stronger. Blows rained fast and furious. Blood was flowing freely and the oaths and laughter had given place to pant ing silence. i “You low-down cheat!" he. heard Daily say as he closed with Hampden. “We’ll —settle —a few things- now.’ There was the scent of heated flesh and of warm blood In the close, moist air, and the clump and swish and crunch of heavy boots threshing the fern. From under the trampling feet he caught sight of a limp figure, crum pled on its side. Something in its ghastly stillness caught at his heart and set a purpose in its horrified amaze. He must stop this thing at any cost. Springing down he caught up a long blacksnake whip lying colled beside a stump. It had evidently come with the Yellow Pines outfit, for what purpose he did not know, for there was not such an article anywhere in camp. Raising his arm he whirled it back to send the long lash singing in among the struggling mass, when a sound, coming clearly out of the brooding stillness of the great pine woods, ar rested him. It was the high, silvery note of a flute. Shrill and clear, it cut into the rush of the fight like a Mashing blade. The men heard it, even through the fight rage. Here and there the furious action halted a moment, without voli tion, It seemed, and a man drew quick ly out on one side. In the moment’s hush that followed a whole cascade of sparkling notes fell from the ridge like a handful of diamonds trickling down, and sweet and tender came the strains of "Lead, Kindly Light.” Daily caught his antagonist by the throat and hurled him backward, opening up a space in the locked and panting swelter. “The Preacher!” he panted. “The Preacher’s cornin’!" With common consent the two fac tions fell apart, the Yellow Pines own er getting to his feet blind with the un caring anger of the bully. So it was the Preacher who was com ing thus with the herald of those sil ver notes —the Preacher whose worn old Bible lay in tho little south room and whose name brought the light of gladness into the somber face of Siletz. Sandry. still holding the trailing whip, waited expectant. What he be held, when at last the player came out in a watery bar of the slanting light, astounded him beyond measure. The stranger wore a garment of some coarso brown liber, buttoned down from the throat to the feet and belted at the waist with hempen rope. He carriod his Mute high with a mar tial air, us If it told of victory and conquest, and his thin form walked lightly and erect. White and tine and delicately lined, the face above shone radiantly from between heavy hair which fell in long, loose curls, white as the winter snow. Bluo eyes, under level brows, looked, out with the half vacant innocence of the very young. For him the world had stopped some time ago. As he emerged through the fern, Sandry saw that the brown gar ment was wot to the knees, the heavy shoes upon his feet sodden with earth. “Ah, John, my son!" he said in a voice as gentle as his eyes, “It has been long since we met! I have wearied on the way for the faces of friends!” He held out a hand, slim and shape ly, yet which bore the look of one-time strength. The foreman took it, after wiping his own swiftly on his cordu roys. “We ben waitin’ for you a long i time," he said, "an’ we’re mighty glad , you’ve come." The stranger nodded and, turning to the shifting lumberjacks, went round i among them with a word for each and that same delicate handshake. Before he reached Hampden, the owner of tho Yellow Pines, straightening his dishev eled clothes, swung out of the group. As be passed Sandry he glared into i his face. i “I'll stop you before another twenty • four hours," he said savagely, “and i don’t you forget It. Your little deed i to the East Belt an’ this strip happens i to have been made by u bogus owner. * who soaked old Frazer for a pile an' cleared It’s been filed on as a home i stead an’ sold to me, an’ I’ll see you In hell but what I'll got It —all. 1 was i keepln’ the belt aa a surprise party far you, but 1 guess it’s due right now!" The vindictive triumph in hia small THS 00*01 OBSERVES. eyes was a guaranty of ma earnest ness and Sandry returned it with a glance as earnest. “You speak In rid dles, Mr. Hampden,” he said boldly, “and I’m inclined to think the pummel- Ing John gave you-has Injured your mentality." The Preacher reached him ae the other turned away, followed by his men, who shouldered their tools and disappeared through the undergrowth in a shambling hie, abandoning the Mght for other means. "A stranger?" asked the newcomer, extending that line white hand, "a stranger at the camp?” “The new owner, father," volun teered Daily, “Mr. Sandry.” "Ah, yes! You are young, air, in the ways of the world! But God guides the feet of the young. It is a labyrinthian path—the way of youth! There are butter Mies along It and primroses, and both are so easily trod underfoot! Ah, so easily! And a little farther along there Is regret and shadow. Ah, me! Ah, me! What Is the way out?" He turned troubled blue eyes to the foreman and the latter, strong and lumbering as an ox, laid a light touch upon the sacred Mute. The troubled eyes dropped thereon. “Why—certainly. How could I for get!" And lifting the instrument and his silver head he answered his wistful query with the plaintive sweetness of “Jesus, Lover of My Soul.” “That," he smiled, "is the way out, son, in case you shonld lose yourself in the shadows—the lonely shadows of dishonor and sin." He laid his hand on Sandry’s arm and slowly the young man’s face grew darkly crimson. His lips twitched and he turned away. ‘Til go down to camp, son," said the preacher to Dally, “there are those there who are al ways there?" There was a quick sliding of some thing like fear In his voice. "All there," said Daily kindly as the peculiar arrival turned away. “He Is a bit embarrassing at times. Mr. Sandry," he apologized, “but inno cent —and a bit o’ the God he preaches. Says he’s the father of all things fath erless It’s the strongest grip of his trouble, the idea that he’s a father to everybody an’ everything that needs Answered His Wistful Query With the Plaintive Sweetness. him—regular lunatic on the point. Pitiful sometimes in his eagerness. But he’s loved from Seattle to Santa Barbara, and known all over the coast." "Let’s go down to the trail," said Sandry, changing the subject; "we’ll ru#Ji the work on the double quick. Put on an extra crew. I’m going to take heed to that swindler’s words. He meant what he said. There's some thing crooked here." CHAPTER XI. An Unrecorded Deed. The Preacher proved to be the Btraiqcest thing in all this strange country to Sandry as he watched him in the days that followed. He spoke but seldom and then with a quulnt pre cision. a beauty of speech and thought that amazed the man from the East. Hut they were old thoughts, Sandry found at last, thoughts formulated in the fire and enthusiasm of youth, hence still burning when youth had tied and age had brought its empty seeming. "And it is there," ho said to himself, "that S’letz gets her manner of speech, though her visions are her own, born of her centered soul." At the end of the week Sandry went to Salem. When ho returned his face was drawn as if from loss of sleep, and he summoned Dally to the office. Sandry pulled open a drawer in his desk and took out the deed to the East Belt. "This,” he said tensely, "has never been recordod. I searched the records at the land office and our deed is not there. Instead there is a brand new homestead filing In the name of T. J. O'Connel. Daily, either old Frazer was crooked or a fool.” There was a strained note in the owner’s voice. His foreman sat in the tip-tilted office chair, open-mouthed and round-eyed. "Then Hampden’s got th’ strangle holt—damn his soul to hell! He knows about the contrack an’ he’ll bilk it if he can. But Frazer wasn’t crook ed, Mr. Sandry, I’d stake my life on that.” "Then why did he sell me the East Belt stumpago—the prize card in the Dllllngworth pack—without a record ed deed? This isn't worth its paper.” He waved the folded slip. "And why didn’t you. verify all pa pers. Air. Sandry. when you made the deal?" Daily was entirely earnest and un conscious of the effrontery of his words. Sandry’s boyish face Hushed painfully. ’lnexperience.” he said bluntly; “faith in men. though by all the signs 1 should have lost that, and lastly no conception that such a thing could be done. Our first move now, however, is to find Frazer.” Dally shook his head “That new bucker we took on yes terday in the bunch of new men told me last night that Frazer was In ’Frisco two weekß ago, and was goin’ south. Sailed on the mall boat for Panama." Sandry regarded his foreman grimly out of sparkling blue eyes. "Then," he said, after a moment’s thought, “we’ll Bave our contract tirst and fight for our stumpage later.” He rose and began gathering up the papers on his desk. “At noon,” said he, thinking rapidly and with astonishing ease in this, his first business crisis, "you will take every man off the present work. We will build no more trail toward the East Belt now. Instead we will lay track as fast as possible into the tim ber at the head of the valley there to the north. You know that contract calls for six million feet of logs to be In raft at Yaquina bay by the sixteenth of March. If it is not there we lose our big pro Hts and the connection with this powerful company. Now get busy.” Speculation and comment were rife in camp when Daily announced at noon that all work along present lines was to be dropped and that all hands were to fall to laying track to the north. “By jingo." grumbled Collins openly, “we’re gettin’ scairt out by th’ Yella Pines! Ef it ain’t plumb disgustin’!” "Quit?" cried Jim Anworthy, “let a bunch o’ cutthroats call us quitters? What’s eatln’ you, John?” “Orders.” said the foreman warning ly, and the men buzzed Mike a nest of hornets. Among tho old hands at the camp it was almost a personal affair and they took It to heart, criticizing with that freedom which characterized their kind and laying the blame upon the new owner, tho tenderfoot from the East. Feeling at the abrupt giv ing up of operations at Hampden's threats ran so high that three old timers- including Smith the hook tender, a jewel in the crown of any togging camp—rolled down their sleeves and called for their time. “Can’t stand the atmosphere,” said little Smith, settling his round, nar row-brimmed felt hat a trifie forward on his bullet head, "It’s gettin’ too cul tured. We’ll be asked to stop swearin’ next, an’ eatln’ with our spoons. Me fer th’ timber right. I don’t like civili zation." “Let them go," said Sandry grimly. “I’ll learn how and tend hook myself If necessary.” Days slipped by so swiftly that San dry scarce found time to count them, and they were all too short. He was out before day had even crept up the eastern slopes of the groat Cascades, and was still going when it died half across the Pacific to tho west. He ate like a logger and slept without a dream. The dampness freshened his cheeks and curled his hair Into a riot under his gray felt hat; and Siletz, glancing sidewise from under her level brows, flushed darkly beneath her dusky skin at the wonderful man-beauty of him. She could not forget the day in tho fern glade when he had stooped to her for that passing kiss. She felt a constant pulling of all her nature to fall In a little way behind and follow him. This feeling puzzled her and several times she caught herself al most in the act when ho passed through the big room, or paced the length of the porch. She fed sugar to Black Bolt, sat on the seven-foot fir stump on the ridge with an arm over the staid shoulders of Coosnah. watched the wonderful gold lights in Miss Ordway’s hair, and dreamed more than ever. Upon the Preacher she waited hand and foot, with a devotion beautiful in its un consciousness. Ma Daily went about her business in an unusual silence; and she, too, took In all the details of the author from the East, but with a far different eye. “Don’t like her smile," she solilo quized tn the steam of her important realm. ” ’tain’t thick. It’s spread on mighty thin—like a step-ma’s jam." But to Sandry, when he found one of his rare half-hours of cessation from the rushing work, that same smile, brilliant and well-poised and of the distant world, was a refreshing wind. "You’re working too hard, Mr. San dry,” Miss Ordway often told him, “why don’t you go after this Hamp den man?” “Haven’t time. This contract may mean tho slow gain of years. 1 must save It first and by all means.” “H’m. I'm keen for the unusual. There may be a lot in this. 1 believe I'll do a little investigating. You know I spoke of it and you said go ahead —T” j “I wouldn’t mix up with that man. Miss Ordway. He’s the coarsest type I ever met with.” “Trust me.” said Miss Ordway brief ly. and the next moment could have shaken herßelf for tho salf-slangy. half-boastful expression. And upon the word she put her In tention into action, for with her usual far-sightedness she saw an almost un canny opening and dovetailing of plans. The next day but one a fitful, blowy, tearful day. she ventured forth, clan In a smart suit of corduroy that had done oervice on qs'any a Diddle path Ip the far metropolis—and she sat- Bla*| Bolt like a soldi erf Sandry watobqd her go with an unconscious pride lu her urban appearance. She rode astride In his saddle, but though he ad mired every line of the splendid pair, he was conscious of a comparison which left something to be desired. Black Bolt with Siletz swinging drunk enly to the dip and lift of his running stride, had been one. They had been the West. This was the East —and it was artificial. While Sandry stood at the block watching Miss Ordway cantering down the valley, he heard a light step be hind and Siletz came around the filing shed. He turned to her, smliing Into her eyes, which lighted slowly as they rested on him. “Where have you been. Little Squaw?" he asked. "Over the hog back." "Eight miles! You shouldn’t go off like that, child. Don’t you know you might lose yourself In this wilder ness?" Sandry moved slightly and Siletz glanced across his shoulder dr>wn the valley. A gasp, as of Indrawn broath made him look up. Her lips were open and intense as tonishment sat upon her face. For a moment she stared at the distant rider. Then she whirled, so swiftly that one of her long braids whipped across Sandry’s face like a lash, and dushed into the lean-to. When she emerged the dark color had drawn out of her cheeks and lips, leaving them ashen. Her face worked and Sandry fell back a step at sight of her eyes. They were all savage, flaming with a rage wh'cb astounded him. "Why why S’letz!” he cried catching her by the wrist as she passed him. “1 didn’t know you felt like this übout the horse!" But she flung his grasp loose in a perfect fury and dashed up the steps to the kitchen, the sobs coming wildly With an indescribable sensation sending 'shivers down his spine, the young owner went to his office. When Miss Ordway returned late in the day her smart habit was stained with mud. her little cap was charm ingly awry, and she bore all the ear marks of adventure. “But I know Hampden of the Yel low Pines,” she whispered intimately as Sandry assisted her to dismount, “if I did have to manage a rather spectacular fall and ruin my coat in your unspeakable mud. I think he’ll furnish admirable data." “What?" cried Sandry, "you did that? Well, for the love of heaven! No wonder you can portray other folks’ emotions! You simply go out and make your situations!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) KNEW USE OF ANESTHETICS Conclusive Evidence That Ancient Surgeons Were Familiar With Methods of Alleviating Pain. Those who imagine that surgicr* knowledge began with later genera tions, and that the discovery of chloroform, revolutionized the science, should read an article recently pub lished by Dr. J. de Fentou in the South African Journal of Science. Various anesthetizing media and methods were well known both in antiquity and during the Middle Ages. Homer mentions the anesthetic ef fects of nepenthe; Herodotus states that the Scythians obtained similar effects from the vapors of hemp, pro duced by throwing hemp seed on hot stones. A Chinese physician of the third century B. C. gave his patients a preparation of hemp to make them insensible during surgical operations. The most important anesthetic ol ancient and medieval times was, how ever, wine of inandragora, the use oi which mentioned by a great # number of early writers, and is referred tc by Shakespeare. More recently. In the year 1760, the German surgeon Weiss, better known as Albinus, am putated the foot of Augustus ill, king of Poland, while under the influence of inandragora. Two other anesthetizing agencies were employed in very early times, viz., arterial compression and hyp notism. It is said that the ancient Assyr ians produced a lethargic state by compression of the carotid artery be fore performing the operation of cir cumcision. Find Curious Siberian Tribe. The last members of the Siberian expedition promoted by the Oxford university’s school of anthropology and the Philadelphia museum have returned to London with a rich col lection of material and new Informa tion about a strange region. The strangest tribe met In their travels was the Tungus, a primitive nomad people of the Mongolian type, who live to themselves, have only vague notions about the Russians and the czar and no system of writing. 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The fussy woman was picking over the undressed kid gloves while the weary clerk answered queries. “Will these gloves wash?" asked the woman. “They wdll wash in a solution," re plied the clerk. “Are they guaranteed not to shrink?" asked the woman. “How can you guarantee undressed kids not to Bhrink from washing?" de manded the clerk. —Cincinnati En quirer. Better Than Postage Stamps. Several American firms with unus ually heavy mailings use a postage meter which, instead of affixing ths usual postage stamps on mail matter, makes an impression in the upper right-hand corner. The new postal meter performs several tasks, such aa sealing, stamping, facing and counting approximately 250 pieces of mail mat ter a minute. The envelopes, unsealed and unstamped, are placed in a com partment of the machine much in the same manner as they would be placed in a box, the mechanism handling the envelopes automatically from that point. The stamping mechanism not only makes an impression on the en velopes, but also counts, the numbers appearing In a descending serial on top of tho stamping meter. Tho meter is so made that its mechanism can only be adjusted by the post ofilce au thorities, who set it for the number of impressions the user has paid for. When that number of impressions ie exhausted, the meter automatically locks. GLASS OF WATER Upset Her. People who don’t know about food should never be allowed to feed per sons with weak stomachs. Sometime ago a young woman who lives in Me. had an attack of scarlet fever, and when convalescing was per mitted to eat anything she wanted. Indiscriminate feeding soon put her back in bed with severe stomach and kidney trouble. “There I stayed," she says, “three months, with my stomach In such con dition that I could take only a few tea spoonfuls of milk or beef Juice at a time. Finally Grape-Nuts was brought to my attention and I asked my doo tor if I might eat It. He said, ’yes,’ and I commenced at once. “The food did me good from the start and I was soon out of bed end re covered from the stomach trouble. I have gained ten pounda and am able to do all household duties, some days sitting down only long enough to eat my meals. I can eat anything that one ought to eat, but I still continue to eat Grape-Nute at breakfast and ■upper and like It better every day. “Considering that I could stand only a short time, and that a glass of water seemed ‘so heavy,* I am fully satisfied that Grape-Nute has been everything to me and that my return to health Is due to It. “I have told several friends having nervous or stomach trouble what Grape-Nuts did for me and In every case they speak highly of the food." “There's & Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Ever read the above letterf A aew oae appears from time to time. They are geaalae, trme, and fall af hamaa Interest,