Show m katharine newlin burt ny dy E NEWLIN I 1 SYNOPSIS joan landas eighteen years old wife of pierre la Js the daughter 0 of f J john ohn carver who murdered hr bir mother for or adultery her I 1 leoniy 0 life with her father in a cabin unbearable joan laaveg him to work in a hotel in a n nearby e arbi town CHAPTER 11 continued 2 it joan hird had stayed staged lorig at mrs uppers sho would have begun inevitably del herself on maud who was in her ijes eyes a 4 marvelous thing ng of beauty but just a week after I 1 her ier arrival thero there came to tho the inn pierre landis and for joan began the strange and nd terrible history of love in the he lives of most women of tho the fast ast majority the clatter and clash t f housewifery prelude and postlude post ludo the spring song of their and the rattle of dishes of busy knives and forks the quick tapping of mauds attendant feet the tha sound of young oung and ravenous jaws nt at work these sounds were were in joans bewildered ears and the sights which they accompanied in her bewildered eyes just before slie she pedrd heard res coed just li before she sow P jv hs s jace face it was dinner hour nt at the hotel an hour bour most dreadful lo fo joan because of hie file hurry thi strangeness and the bowd browd of tho the responsibility of her work but chiefly because at that hour she ilie expected the appe appearance arane e of her father her eyes were often on the door it opened to admit abe the young men the riders and ranchers rancher who huni hung up their hats swaggered with alth a little jingle of spurs to their chairs clean faced clean handed wet haired and lifting to the faces of tho the waiting girls now and again their strange young oung brooding eyes bold laughing and afraid hungry pathetic arrogant as the he eyes of young men are and untamable but full of 0 the pathos of the untamed joans joana heart shook a little under their looks but when pierre lifted his eyes to her her heart stood still sho she had not lot seen them following her progress around th ot room he had come in late and finding no place at the long central table sat apart at a smaller one under a high window by theotime the time she ayes eyes they were charged ith light smoky blue eyes they were the iris heavily ringed with black the 1 pupils pulls dilated a little for th the eArst first tuna it oc occurred curreA to joan looking down with a still hlll heart into his bli eyes that ft man might he be beautiful the blood came up from her heart to her face ner her eyes struggled eo away from his yer name gel murmured pierre joan carver you run ran away from home ile he too had heard of her yes will your father be you back 1 I wont be coln with him she was about to pass on pierre cast a swift look about the table bent heads and busy hands eyes ees cast down ears ho he knew alert it was a land of few women and of many mon men ile he must leave in the morning early and tor for months he would not be back ile iia put out a long hard hand caught joans wrist and gave it a queer urgent shake the gesture 0 of f tin an impatient and beseeching child will you be comin home with me geli gel asked alerre hurriedly she looked at him her lips apart and she shook he her head mauds volcie voice s screamed creamed at tier feln from tho the kitchen door pierre let her go sho she went on very pry white sho she did not sleep n at t all that night her fathers face pierres res face looked nt at tier her in the morning pierre would be gone she had hoard heard maud say that tl the e queer landis teller feller would be mal mahln kin tracks back to that ranch of his gerbst tho the river yes he would be gone sha elie might have been going with him she felt the urgent pressure of his land hand on her arm in her heart it shook her such a longing for lae for all the unknown largesse lar gesso of love that she cried the next morning pole pale she came down and went nag about it her work pierre was not ct at breakfast and silo she felt a sink ing of heart heaitly though she had not known that ab she q hid had built upon seeing him again then as she stepped out at the bieck to empty a bucket ho he was a I 1 j not eien even the beauty of down dawn could lend mystery to the hideous littered yard untidy as the yards of frontier towns invariably ore are to the tho board fence to tho ithe trampled halfacre half abre acre of dirt know known a as the fhe square find and to the egly frame buildings straggled about it but it could and did give an nn unearthly earthly look leok ot to the hare bare aty bawn b own buttes that ringed the town and a glory to the sky while vilon upon PI Iler err reV e waning at his hig conyn head 1 it shed a magical and tender tight ile ho was wae dressed in his cowboys cow boya best a white silk handkerchief knot ted under his chin lather miars bright spore a sombrero on hla head ills ilia face was grave excited wistful at AC sight eight of joan he moved forward the pony trailing after him at the full length of its reins and stopping before her pierre alerre took oft off the sombrero slowly stripped the gaun tet from his right hand and pressing both hat and glove against his hip with the left hand held out tt tb free clean palm jonn joan goodby good gobil by said he be unless be comin with me after ull all joan idan felt again ngali that rush of alro to her brows she took his hand and her fingers closed around it like the frightened lonely fingers of a little girl she came near to him and looked up ill be comin with you pierre she said just above her breath ile he shot up a full inch stiffened searched her with smoldering eyes then held her hard against him not be sorry joan carver said hp he gently and put her away from him then unsmiling he bade her go ga in and get her belongings while ho he go got her a horse and told his news to mrs MM upper that ride was dreamlike to joan pierre put her in her sa saddle addle and she rode after him across the square and along a road flanked by the ugly houses of 01 the town where are we a doln slie she asked him timidly ile he stopped at that turned and resting his hand on the cantle of his saddle smiled at her for or the first time dont you savvy the answer to that question joan she shook her head the smile faded dadid were goin to be married said he sternly and they aliey rode on they were married by the justice a pleasant silent fellow who with western courtesy asked na no more ques k 0 will you ba coal comeri home with me gel diotis than were absolutely needful and in fifteen minutes jonn joan mounted tier her horse again a ring on the third finger of her left hand I 1 now r said ild pierre standing at her stirrup his shining smoke blue eyes lifted to tier her his hand on her boot be some things some clothes no said joan maud aland went with mo me nu an helped me buy things with my pay just yesterday I 1 wont be anything all right sold said lie he were off theal and ho he flung himself with 11 sudden wild boyish whoopee 1 on his pony gave a 0 clip to joans horse and his own rind and away they gol loped a pair of young wild things ort from the he town through gli d I 1 straggling street to chero the road bolda boldly stretched itself toward a great land of so sage g bi ush ot of buttes humping their backs against the tha brilliant sky down the valley they rode trotting walking galloping till turning westward they mounted a sharp slope and came up above the plain below in the heart of the long narrow valley the river colled coiled find and wandered divi divided ded and came together again into a swift stream amongst aspen islands and willow swamps beyond this strange lonely riv river er bed the cottonwoods cotton woods be an and above them the tha pine forests massed and strode foothills at 61 the gj gantle range that range of iron rocks sharp thin and brittle where they scraped the sky ht at the top of the hill bill bjerre put ut his hand and puller pulled joans rein to a stop beside him over oter I 1 my finch said he bs joan looked thore there was wa not a sign of house or cl clearing euring tut eliut she followed his gesture and nodded under the mountains she lie a said aid at the toot of thunder canyon you fou can see aee a gap la in the pines theres a waterfall just aboyo above that white streak now youve got it where you come broms to the south bouth awny away render A joan would not turn tier her head yes said eald she 1 I know suddenly tears rushed to her aies eyes she hod had a moment of unbearable 1 longing ong and regret pierre said nothings nothing lie he was wag not watching tier her come on said he or your father will bo be taken after us they rode at a gallop down the MIL hill Cli CHAPTER APTER III two pictures in n tho the fire the period which followed had a quality pt of breathless almost unearthly happiness they were young i dimple and their love un unanalyzed analyze 1 as a joyous as the loves ol of animals joyous with that clear gravity characteristic te to of the boy find and girl pierre had biad been terribly alone before twin jamn came and the building up of his ranch hod bad occupied his mind day and night except now and again for dreams yet ll 11 lie was of a passionate nature joan felt in him sometimes a savage possibility of violence two incidents of at this time blazed themselves especially on tier her memory tho the one her fathers visit the other an irrelevant enough picture until after events threw back it glare upon it they had been at pierres res ranch for n fortnight before john carver found them then one morning as pierre opened the door to go out to td work jonn joan saw a thin red pony tied to the fence tind and a small figure walking toward the cabin pierre Pl erre its fa eatherl therl she said and pierre stopped in his tracks drew himself up and waited hands on his big cartridge ridge belt pow HOW mean and old and furtive her father looked in contrast to this beautiful young oung husband I 1 joan was wag on en unafraid she leaned against the side of the door rind watched tin ns silent prid and ns as any eq squaw while the two to men settled the their I 1 r I 1 property ropi rights in tier her so youve took my gel said john carver stopping a foot or two in front of alerre his eyes shifting shit ting up find and down one long hand fingering his hl slips lips i Pierre answered cou 1 gome ome ronn man was bound to hev her h her e r mr carver soon or late you cant set your face win agan the laws of will yon be stepp ln in joan will give you some breakfast carver paid no heed to the invitation itea you sou married her said he the alie blood rose to fo pierres res brown face sure I 1 hev beva well sir you hey heir married the darter of a carver used a brutal word look out for tier her if you see tier her eyes lookin looking 4 an lookin at another ahn man you kin know to come 11 pierre was white ive done with tier her she kin never come to i me ter fer bite or bed shoot tier her if you chev hev to but when ashes kotcho tit at her mothers game dont send her back to me mei all I 1 come to say gay ile he turned with limber agility and went back to his horse he was on it and off galloping madly across the sagebrush flat fiat pierre turned and walked into the house past joan without a word she still leaned against the door but her head was bent benl I 1 presently she went about her house hous C work every now and then she shot i wistful look it at alerre all morning long he sat there ills his hands hanging between his knees ills his eyes full of a brooding trouble at noon lie he shook ills his head got up tind and still without word or caross caress lie he strode out abid did not come back till fill dark joan suffered heart heartache and terror when he came she ran into hill hid arms jie kissed her seemed quite himself again and the strange interview was never mentioned by either cither of them they were silent people given to feelings and to action rather then than to thoughts and words the other memory was of a certain sunset hour when slie she came at pierres res call cal outto out to the shed he had built tit n one side of their cabin its open side aldo faced the west and as joan currie cume her bar shadow went before tier her and fell feil acress alerre at work the lame jame of the west gave a w weird e ird pallor to ti the ie flames over which bebert he be bent lie ile was whistling and hammering at a lon long piece of iron joan came I 1 and sitona stood beside him suddenly he straightened up and held in tile the air a bar of metal the shaped end white hot joan winked our brand gel said Il pierre erre pont you bergit it when ive ninde my fortune flie therell rell be stock all over ohp lip country marked with them two tw bars bo be famous the two dar bar brand dont you bergt it joan and heb he bought aught the white iron close so 80 that she felt its heat on h her face and drew bek flinching ue ile I 1 laughed let it fall anil lita kissed her joan was wag VC very ry glad and proud TO BE woman bank president Prel dent the distinction of being the only aman w bank president in illinois has hag fallen to the lot of sira floru mccormick of emden who succeeded to tilsit position lipon tt it death of her husband j silo she Is ii pot not the only member of 0 her fait family illy connected lith the bank as am her four sons hold positions one ns as cashier one os as tiller teller and two as bookkeeper during the we life of her husband she was frequently called consultation into on financial alsalm and she h was vell versed in tho thal kehnl call tipe of the more before the ole as burned charge of at bank new yort tort herold |