THE TILLAMOOK HEADLIGHT
do «-a with a load of de- “It soon becomes a trail, hut keep ’ He could not guess what was his des­ that she would be waiting there,
right on going up It. At the fork in tiny behind that rude door. It was where the trull began. In the wildest
£ berries-
comfortable
a moment long waited; for one of the heart of the pine woods. He was
■fj.in'l ln ,l e ,e'lst surI»rlsed. He the trail you’ll find her cabin."
"How far is it, please?”
le It, his
few times In his life he was trembling quite himself once more—carefree,
HL,nn that ■ would find them
"Two hours' walk; you cun mak. with excitement. He felt as if a key, delighting In all the little manifesta­
in he waited
■ a[ this s. u-ion of the year, the
L
long lost, was turning ln the doorway I tions of the wild life that began to
Erere rich with them; one only It easy by four o’clock.”
sed.
“Thank you." His eyes glanced over of understanding.
stir about him.
Eilip flub'kly through the back
pen on the
He walked nearer and tapped with
■ ,Mh> the II "tiler's eye was else- the stock of goods nnd-Ae selected a
His delight grew upon him. It was
own face
Kltv fin'1 enough of them uot few edibles to give him strength for his knuckles on the door.
a dream coming true. Always, It
stars
the
walk.
“
I
’
ll
leave
my
sultcuse
here
If the forests have one all-pervad­ seemed to him. be had carried in bis
E/pack the stomach full but to
irther into
■ jud dlscob r most of the face. If I may,” he said, “and will call for I ing quality it Is silence. What sound mind a picture of this very land, a
The round
there is carries far and seems rather sort of dream place that was a real
■1 scented to him that he reached It later.” He turned to go.
med less
“Wait just a minute,” a voice spoke out of place. Bruce could picture the lty at Inst. He had kmnvn just how
than l*e expected. Either
ribbon of
were not so tall as he re­ I behind him. It was a commanding whole of the little drama that followed it would be. He had always known
east,
them. <>r—since his first tone —implying the expectations of his knock by just the faint sounds— how the pine shadows would fall
ht grew,
of them—bls own stuture obedience. Bruce half turned. “Simon Inaudible in a less silent land—that across the carpet of needles. The
e more
wants to talk to you," the merchant reached him from behind the door. At trees themselves were the same grave
e trunks
had eaten the last berry explained.
first it was just a start; then a short companions that he had expected, but
>me of
“I’ll walk with you a way and show exclamation ln the hollow, half-whis­ his delight was all the more because
possibly hold, he went to
>ve the
to drink. He lay down be- you the road," Simon continued. The pering voice of old, old age. A mo­ of his expectations.
sounds
i still pool, and the water was room seemed deathly quiet as the two ment more of silence—as if a slow-
As the trail climbed higher, the
to his Hps- Then he rose at the men went out together.
moving, aged brain were trying to sense of wilderness became more
They walked side by side until a conjecture who stood outside—then
of an approaching motor car
turn of the road took them out of eye­ the creaking of a chair as some one
him.
jp driver—evidently a cattleman— range of the store. “This Is the rood." rose. The last sounds were of a
at Bruce .Simon said. “All you have to do is strange hobbling toward him—a rustle
his car and looked -•
some curiosity, He marked the follow it. Cabins are not so many of shoes half dragged on the floor and
fitting suit of dark flannel, that you could mistake it. But the the intermittent tapping of a cane.
n, expensive shoes that were main thing Is—whether or not you
The face that showed so dimly In
dust-stained, the silken shirt want to go.”
the shadowed room looked just as
»hlch a juicy berry had been
Bruce had no misunderstanding Bruce had expected—wrinkled past
“Howdy," the man said after about the man’s meaning. It was sim­ belief, lean and hawk-noeed from age.
ply a threat, nothing more nor less.
rcstern fashion.
The band that rested on the cane was
do you do," Bruce replied,
“I’ve ®me a long way to go to that like a bird's claw, the skin blue and
far to Martin's store?"
cabin,” he replied. “I’m not likely to hard and dry. She stood bowed over
man filled his pipe with great turn off now.”
her cane.
before he answered. “Jump in
“There’s nothing worth seeing when
Yet In that first Instant Bruce had
" he replied at last, “and I’ll you get there. Just an old hag—a an Inexplicable impression of being ln
I'm going up that way my- wrinkled old dame that looks like a the presence of a power. He did not
witch.”
have the wave of pity with which one
Bruce felt a deep and little under­ usually greets the decrepit. And at
CHAPTER VI
stood resentment at the words. Yet first he didn’t know why. But soon
since he had as yet established no i«e grew accustomed to the shadows
relations with the woman, he had no and he could see the woman’s eyes.
irtln’s was a typical little tnoun-
grounds for silencing the man. “I'il Then he understood.
«tore, ,, containing a small sample
everything under the sun, have to decide that,” he replied. "I’m
They were set deep behind grizzled
bsllt at the forks In the road, going tn see some one else, too.”
brows, but they glowed like coals.
little
entered slowly, and the
"Some one named—Linda ?"
There was no other word. They were
of loungers gazed at him with
"Yes. You seem quite interested."
not the eyes of one whom time is
curiosity.
They were standing face to face In about to conquer. Her bodily strength
one of them was of a type the trail. For once Bruce was glad of
distinguished so that his unusual height. He did not have was gone; any personal beauty that
own curiosity was aroused, to raise his eyes greatly to look she might have had was ashes long
and long ago, but some great fire
was a huge, dark man who stood squarely into Simon’s. Both faces
almost at the rear of the build- were flushed, both set; and the eyes burned In her yet.
She blinked I d the light "Who is At the End of the Trail He Would
veritable giant with savage, of the older man brightened slowly.
I it?" she croaked.
Find—Linda I
lips and deep-sunken eyes,
“I am interested,” Simon replied. )
Bruce did not answer. He had not
he
was a quality in his posture “You’re a tenderfoot. You’re fresh
| pronounced. Even the trees seemed
i on
attracted Bruce's attention- at from cities. You’re going up there to prepared a reply for this question. But I larger and more majestic, and the
it
was
not
needed.
The
woman
leaned
No one could look at him and learn things that won’t be any pleas­
forward, and a vivid light began to glimpses of the wild people were
that he was a power in these ure to you.
more frequent. The birds stopped
You’re going into the 1 dawn in her dark, furrowed face.
tent,
realms.
'i their rattle-brained conversation and
real mountains—a man's land such as
ie upon
Even
to
Bruce,
already
succumbed
He was dressed much as the other never was a place for tenderfeet. A
stared at him with frank curiosity.
■arlv to
men who had assembled in good many things can happen up to this atmosphere of mystery into The grouse let him get closer before
•P, then
«tore. He wore a flannel shirt over there. A good many things have hap- which his adventure had led him, that | they took to cover.
re.
gorilla chest, and corduroy trou- pened up there. I warn you—go dawning light was the single most
The hours passed. The trail grew
The
startling phenomenon he had ever be-
Ln
stuffed Into high, many-seamed back!”
Now it was just a brown
i. His
the faint flicker j I held. The witchlike face seemed to , i dimmer.
serpent ln the pine needles, colling
lading boots.
Bruce smiled, just
fly, as
And this way and that—but he loved every
’The dark eyes were full upon of a smile, but Simon's eyes narrowed I gleam with a white flame.
ilracle.
[Bruce's face. He felt them—just as when he saw it. The dark face lost a Bruce knew that his coming was the foot of It. It dipped down to a little
they had the power of actual physic­ little of Its insolence. He knew men, 1 answer to the prayer of a whole life­ stream, of which the blasting sun of
soured
impact—the Instant that he was this huge son of the wilderness, and time. It was a thought to sober him. summer had made only a succession
s had
toiide the door.
Nor was it the he knew that no coward could smile In No small passion, no weak desire, no I of shallow pools. Yet the water was
as of
«rtlnary
look
of
careless
speculation such a moment as this. He was ac­ prayer that time or despair could si­ I cold to his lips. And he knew that
s saw
«friendly
Interest,
It
was
such that customed to implicit obedience and lence could effect such a light as this. little brook trout—waiting until the
strical
"Bruce," he said simply. It did not j fall rains should make a torrent of
00 man, to whom self-respect is dear, was not used to seeing men smile
lr tall
eould possibly disregard. It spoke when he uttered a threat. “1’ve come ’ even occur to him to use the surname their tiny stream and thus deliver
them
dearly as words.
terna!
too far to go back,” Bruce told him. of Duncan. It was a name of a time thenl_Were gazing at him while he
and sphere already forgotten, •T drank.
Bruce flushed, and his blood made “Nothing can turn me."
■líder-
name
i curious little leap.
He slowly
By a queer pounding of his blood
t, ac­
"Men have been turned before, on don't know what my real last
turned. His gaze moved until it rested trails like this,” Simon told him. la.”
Bruce knew that he was ln the high
re-
full upon the man's eyes. It took all "Don't misunderstand me. I advised
“Bruce—Bruce," the woman whls* ( altitudes. He had already come six
of Bruce's strength to hold that gaze. you to go back before, and I usually pered. She stretched a palsied hand miles from the cabin, . The hour was
aped
The moment was charged with a tnys- don’t take time or trouble to advise to him as if It would feel his flesh to about six-thirty: In two hours more
“I
suspense.
any one. Now I tell you to go back. reassure her of Its reality. He saw It would be too dark to make his way
The stranger's face changed too. He This is a man's land, and we don't the exultation ln her wrinkled, lifted at all.
did not flush, however. His lips curled want any tenderfeet here."
face “Oh, praises to His Everlasting
He examined the mud about the
| spring, and there whs plenty of evl-
ever so slightly, revealing an Instant’s
"The trail is open,” Bruce returned. Name!” she cried. "Oh, Glory—Glory
glimpse of strong, rather well-kept It was not his usual manner to speak to on High!”
dence that the forest creatures hnd
oad
teeth. His eyes were narrowing too; In quite this way. He seemed at once I And this was not blasphemy, The passed that way. Here was a little
—a
ind they seemed to come to life with to have fallen Into the vernacular of words came from the heart No mat- triangle where a buck had stepped,
ling
lingular sparkles and glowlngs be- the wilderness of which symbolic ref­ ter how terrible the passion froin and further away he found two pairs
1OW
between the lids.
uce
erence has such a part Strange as which they sprang, whether It was of deer tracks—evidently those of a
“Well?” he suddenly demanded. the scene was to him, it was In some such evil as would cast her to hell. doe with fawn. A wolf had stopped
ke.
Every man ln the room—except one— way familiar too. It was as if this such a cry as this could not go un­ to cool his heated tongue ln ths wa
«farted.
The one exception was meeting had been ordained long ago; heard. The strength seemed to go out ters possibly In the middle of some
t's
Bruce himself. He was holding hard that It was part of an Inexorable des­ of her as water flows. She rocked on | terrible hunt in the twilight hours.
he
on his nerve control, and he only con-
nd
Then he found a huge abrasion tn
tiny that the two should be talking to her cane, and Bruce, thinking she was
tlaued to stare coldly.
■se
gether, face to face, on this winding about to fall, seized her shoulders, the mud that puzzled him still more.
n.
"Are you the merrhant?" Bruce mountain road. Memories—all vague, “At last—at last," she cried. “You’ve At the first he couldn't believe that
•iked.
It was a track. The reason was sim­
all unrecognized—thronged through come at last"
■r,
“No, I ain’t” the other replied. "Ton
ply that the size of the thing was In­
as
If
trying
to
1
She
gripped
heraelf,
him.
e-
wually look for the merchant behind
Many times, during the past years, find renewed strength, "Oo at once,” credible—as If some one had laid a
the counter."
he had wakened from curious dreams she said, “to the end of the I ine- , flour sack In the mud and taken it up
There was no smile on the faces of
Needle Trail. It leads from behind the again He did not think of any of
the waiting mountain men. usually to that In the light of day he had tried
the modern-day forest creatures as
In vain to Interpret He was never cabin.”
able to connect them with any remeni-|
He tried to emerge from the dream- | being of such proportions. It was
very stale and ha'd been almost oblit­
bered experience. Now It was as If like mists that had enveloped him. 1
erated by many days of sun. Perhaps
"How
far
Is
It?"
he
asked
her
steadily.
;
one of these dreams were coming true.
he had been mistaken In thinking It
There wns the same silence about him, j "To the end of Pine-Needle Trail,
an Imprint of a living creature. He
the dark forests beyond, the ridges she rocked again, clutched for one of went to his knees to examine It.
stretching ever.
There was some his brown hands, and pressed It be­
But ln one instant he knew that he
great foe that might any instant Oven tween hera.
had not been mistake”-
It was a
whelm him.
,
I Then she raised It to her dry Ups. track not greatly different from that
“I guess you heard me.” Simon Bruce could not keep her from It. And
of an enormous human foot; and the
•said; “I told you to go back."
after an Instant more he did not at­ separate toes were entirely distinct.
“And I hope you heard me too. I'm tempt to draw It from her embrace^ In
It was a bear track, of course but
going on. I haven't any more time to the darkness of that mountain cabin, i one of such size that the general run
give you.”
tn the shadow of the eternal pines, he of little black bears that inhabited
"And I’m not going to take nny knew that some great drama of human the hills could almost use It for a den
more, either. But let me make one life and love and hatred was behind of hibernation!
thing plain. No man, told to go back the action; and he knew with h knowl­
He got up and went on—farther
by me, ever has a chance to be told edge unimpeachable that It would be
toward Trail's End. He walked more
again. This ain't your cities—up her«. only Insolence for him to try further swiftly now. for he hoped to reach
There ain't any policemen on every to resist It. Its meaning went too the end of Pine-Needle Trail before
corner. The woods are big, and all deep for him to see; hut It filled him
nightfall, but he bad no intention of
Kinds of things can happen in them— with a great and wondering awe .
halting in ease night came upon him
and be swallowed up—as I swallow I Then he turned away up the Pine­ before be reached It. He had waited
these leaves in my hand."
needle Trail. Clear until the deej>or too long already to find Linda.
His great arm reached out with forest Closed around him her voice Mill
Another’ hour ended the day's sun­
incredible power and seized a hand­ followed him—a strange croaking In
light The shadows fell quickly, but
ful of leaves off n near-by shrub. It the nfternoon silence. “At last, he
It was a long time yet until darkness,
seemed to Bruce that they crushed heard her crying. "At last, at last.
lie vet might make the trail-end. He
like fruit and stained the dark skin.
•gave n« thought to fatigue. In the
I’m going
“I’ve already decided.
first place, he liad stood up remark­
on.”
ably well under the day * trntnp for
more
they
stood,
eyes
meeting
Once
In almost a moment, Duncan «'«« no other reason than that he had al
eyes on the trail, and Simon's face was out of the thicket.« mid Into the Mg ways made a point of keeping In the
*1 Would Like to Have You Tell Me." darkening with passion. Brace knew timber. As fur ».« lie could see there ta-st of physical condition. Beaidet
that his hands were clenching, and
He Said Quite Clearly, *The Way to bis own muscles bunched and made was nothing but the great pines climb there was something more potent than
Ing up the long slope of the ridge. They mere physical strength to suataln
Mrs. Rose’ Cabin."
ready to resist any kind of attack.
stood «traight and aloof, mid they were Idm now. It, whs the realization of
be ^j>ected when one of their num- '
But Simon didn’t strike. He laughed
the nearing end of the trail—a know
very old.
b“: achieves repartee on a tenderfoot. Instead—a simple deep note of utter
He fell Into their spirit at once. The edge of tremendous revelations tha'
nnd
depthless
scorn.
Then
he
drew
Nevertheless, the tension was broken.
half-understood emotion« that liad wottlrP come to him in >1 few hour
back and let Bruce pajs on up th« flooded him In the cabin below died more.
Bri.-e turned to the merchant.
"I would like to have you tell me.” road.
Already great truths wore taking
within him The great calm that la.
he said quite dearly, “the way to »
after all. the all-pervading quality of shape In hl« brain ; be only ne sled a
CHAPTER
VII
Mr». R om ' cabin.”
the big pine« came over him. BEuce »Ingle sentence of explanation to n con
The merchant deemed to wait a lone '
He beffili
was rather tremulous and exultant as nect them all together
Bruce couldn't mistake the cabin At
time before replying. Ills eyes stole .
to feel h growit ng excitement und Im
he crept softly up the trail.
the
end
of
the
trail
he
found
it
—
•
a
to the giant's face, found the lips ,
| It was the lust lap of his journey patience.
curied In a smile; then he flushed i little shack of unpninted boards with At the end of the trail he would find—
It was quite dark now
“Take the left hand rood," he snl 1 a single door sod a »Ingle n-lndow.
could bendy see the trail. For
Linds'
And
It
seemed
quite
fitting
He stood a moment In the sunlight I
I
with a trace of defiance In his tone I
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