The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-08-16
HAP XI.
Becoming Acquainted.

6cComIn9 acquainted.
Onc within the cool shadows of the
living-room, Mrs. Herndon again be-
thought herself to kiss her niece in a
fresh glow of welcome, while the lat
ter sank into a convenient rocker and
began enthusiastically expressing her
~unbounded enjoyment of the west, and
of the impressions gathered during
her journey. Suddenly the elder wom-
an glanced about and exclaimed,
laughingly, why. l had completely
forgotten. You have not yet met your
roommate. Come IL here, Nadia;
this is my niece, Phoebe Spencer"
The girl thus addressed advanced,
a slender, graceful figure dressed in
white. and extended her hand shyly.
Miss Spencer clasped it warmly, her
eyes upon the flushed, winsome face.
and is this Nadia Gillisl" she
cried. Il am so delighted that you
are still here, and that we are to be
together. Aunt Lydia has written so
much about you that l feel as if we
must have known each other for
years. Why, how pretty you are!"
Naida's cheeks were burning, and
her eyes fell, but she had never yet
succeeded in ~conquering the blunt in
01PCIICAlC9 loi Z SlHCtth- ANObOuN
else ever says So" she said, uneasily.
perhaps it's the light"
Miss Spencer turned her about so
as to face the window. We'll, you
are" she announced. decisivelv. Z
guess know; you've got magnificent
hair, and your eyes are perfectly won
derful. You just don't fix yourself up
right; Aunt Lydia never did have any
taste in such things, but I'll make a
new girl out of you, Let's go upstairs;
I'm simply dying to see our room. and
get some of my dresses unpacked,
They must look perfect frights by this
time"
They came down perhaps an hour
later, hand in hand, and chattering
like old friends. The shades of early
evening were already falling across
the valley. Herndon had returned
home from his days work, and had
brought with him Rev. Howard Wyn-
koop for supper. Miss Spencer viewed
the young man with approval, and i'm
mediate1y became more than usually
~vivacious in r%ecounting the incidents
of her long journey, together with her
early impressions of the western coun-
try. Mr.. Wynko0p responded with an
interest far from being assumed.
Il have found it all so strange. so
unique, Mr.. Wynkoop," she explained.
The country is like a new world to
me, and the people do not seem at all
like those of the east. They lead such
a wild, untrammeled life. Everything
about seems to exhale the spirit of ro-
nance; don't you find it 500"
He smiled at her enthusiasm, his
glance of undissuised admiration on
her face. Il certainly recall some such
earlier conception" he admitted.
"Those just arriving from the environ
ment of an older civilization perceive
merely the picturesque elements; but
later experiences have been de-
cidedly prosaic."
why Mr.. Wynkoopi how could
they be? Your work is heroic. 1t is
perfectly grand! Why, the very men
1 met seem to yield me a broader con-
ception of life and duty: they are so
brave, so modest, so active. Isis
Mr.. Moffat a member of your church,"
The minister cleared his throat, his
cheeks r~eddening. MIR. Moffat? All,
no; o exactly. Do you mean the
mine-owRer, Jack Moffat?"
Eyes, 1 think so; he told ME he
owned a mine-the Colder Rule the
name was; the very choice in words
would seem to indicate his religious
nature. You have the only church in
Glencaid. 1 understand, and l wonder
greatly he has never Joined you. But
perhaps he may be p~rejudiced against
your denomination. There is so much
in religion. But 1 left
every prejudice east of the Missouri
she declared, laughingly, every one.
social and religious. In going to be
g. true westerner, from the top of my
head to the toe of my shoe. Il Mr..
Mcneil in you church,"
The minister hesitated. 81 really do
not recall the name," he confessed at
last, reluctantly. 81 scarcely think ]
can have ever met the gentleman"
sOh, you ought to; he is SO intense
~ original, and his face is full of char
acter. He reminds me of some old
paladin of the Middle Ages. You would
be interested in him at once. He is
he foreman of the Bar " ranch,
somewhere lear here"
do you mean Billy Mcneil, over on
Sinsinfwa creek?" broke in Herndon.
Il think quite likely, uncle: wouldn't
he make a splendid addition to Mr.
Wynkoop's church ?"
Herndon choked, his entire body
shaking with Unsurpassed enjoy.
ment. 81 should imagine yes he ad
mitted finally. BILLY McNeil-oh
Lord There's certainly a fine open
ing for you to do some missionary
work. Phoebe"
well, and I'm going to-" announced
the young lady, firmly. 81 guess Lear
read mems characters, and I know al
Mr.. Mcneil needs is to have som
one show an interest in him. Have
you q large church, MIR. Wynkoop?"
Not large II judged from an east