The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1904-12-09
HER HERO.

Nell was nineteen. Il want a real
man, one that can do things"
This with lofty scorn and a curl
of her red lips as she thrummed her
guitar in the light Of the campfire
There had been light scud of snow
during the day, and the air was chill
though it was August, but Yellow
stone park is no respector of calen
dars.
II can do one thing, love the most
tantalizing little witch that ever walk
ed all over a man heart"
Jack Stanley sprawled en- the thick
carpet OF pine needles at her feet
glanced up half pleadingly, half quiz
zically into the pouting face of the
small autocrat of the camp. "Why
won't you marry me? Your father
wishes it. l have enough
Eyes, l know" she interrupted has
tily. "You have all the ordinary re
quirements-wealth, position, GOOD
looks, family" checking them off with
her pink fingers, "and | suppose rea
sonabe amount Of brains, though in
our way of living they are needed sc
little that"-She paused suggestive
| ly.
"Weil, then, what's the trouble!
You haven't yet said the only thing
that will send me away like the other
fellows-tbat you don't love mt
dear As for the hero business and
all that rot
"It isn't rot!'' exclaimed N,ll indig.
nantly. IL know you think me school.
girl sentimental I'm not. It's just
this: You mtn when you aren't
impossible are all so much alike these
days l can't d,ferentiate. You're
like your ugly black clothes, all cut
by the same pattern and apparently
from the same cloth. How can a
woman single out one of you and feel
that be is the one above all others to
love and to cling to lin sickness and in
health
"Till death US do part," he finish
ed low.
"Why don't you do something to
make me love you? l want to. !
can't" She stamped her littl: noun
tain climbing boot hotly. "We don't
get at the realness of life. A true,
primitive instinct is unknown to US
all. Even our pretended roughing it
for the novelty Of the thing is an ar
tifcial sham. We come in a special
train. Our tents are filled with hair
mattresses, down quilts and Navajoes.
You must have a French valet to
dress you each morning in that brave
khaki suit of yours, which never saw
real service and never will. My tailor
ed short skirt came from Paris and
is silk lined. Do you know my grand
father went over that old Norman
trail down yonder to the south with
an OK team? And my grandmother
walked beside it most of the way. I'd
like to marry a real pioneer, true
history maker. That the kind Of man
could love. He'd be hero to me
if be didn't have dollar and had
rever heard of the twostep."
Nell held her flushed cheeks and
shining eyes for an intoxicating instant
up close to his own, the turned like q
flash and ran back among the white
cleaning tents to her own luxurious
quarter, where a sleepy maid waited
coming.
The man picked up her guitar and
held it lovingly like child in his
arms. 1t was hers, and he loved it
for her sake. He knew he could feel
all the "primitive instincts"-the
longing for wife and child and the
warmth of home fire instead of the
cold splendor of his club-but how
make Nell see it and respond to it?
Long he sat there by the ashening
embers, while the tall, stately pines
tossed their fragrant censers and in
toned their meurnful chant above,
and the cold moon Ii: up, one by one
the ghostly pillars Of steam which
rose day and night from the geysers
and vent holes in the Fire Hole basin
below.
A huge black bulk came numbering
from the deep shadows back of the
camp and skulked near the commits
sary tent, whence presently rose a
sound of falling tin ware and the OBJ
jurgations of the French chef as bruin
ambled away with paws and jaws
sticking full of the toothsome con-
tents OF the butter tub.
As bruins sticky footballs padded
heavily down the slope slow grin