The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1907-12-20
CHAPTE xi.
Becoming Acquainted.


Once within the cool shadows OF the
living-room. Mrs. Herndon again be
thought herself TO kiss her niece in q
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 won.
an glanced about and exclaimed
laughingly, why, ! had completely
forgotten. You have not yet met your
roommate. Come out 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 1t 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 | feel as II we
must have known each other fol-
why lON pltAA9 9Oh oAO+
Naida's cheeks were burning. and
her eyes fell. but she had never yet
succeeded in conquering the blunt In
dependence of her speech. Nobody
else ever says So" she said. uneasily
Perhaps it's the light
Miss Spencer turned her about 81
as to face the window. We'll. yoI
are" she announced, decisively. =
guess / know; you've got magnificen
hair, and your eyes are perfectly won
derful. You just don't fix yourself W
right; Aunt Lydia never did have an!
taste in such things, but I'll make
new girl out OF you. Let's go upstairs
I'm simply dying to see our room, ant
get some of my dresses unpacked
They must look perfect rights by thi
time"
They came down perhaps an hou
later, hand in hand, and chatterinI
like old friends. The shades OF earl!
evening were already falling across
the valley. Herndon had returned
home from his days work. and hat
brought with him Rev. Howard Wyn
koop for supper. Miss Spencer viewed
the young man with approval, and i'm
mediately became more than usually
vivacious in recounting the incident!
OF her long journey. together with hel
early Impressions Of the western coun
try. Mr.. Wynkoop responded with ar
l.. fo hnfno acCarF1ad
81 have found 1t all so strange. sc
unique, Mr.. Wynkoop," she explained
The country is like a new world t
me, and the people do not seem at al
like those of the east. They lead such
a wild. untrammeled life. Everything
about seems to exhale the spirit of no
nance: don't you find 1t so2"
He smiled at her enthusiasm, his
glance OF undisguised admiration or
her face. ~ 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
my later experiences have been dc
cidedly prosaic.'
why. Mr.. Wynkoop! how coulc
they be? Your work is heroic 1t II
perfectly grand Why. the very mer
met seem TO yield me broader con
ception Of life and duty; they are Sc
brave, so modest. so active ls--ii
Mr.. Moffat a member Of your church ?
The minister cleared his throat. his
cheeks reddening. "Mr. Moffat? All
no, not exactly. DO you mean the
mine-owner, Jack Moffat?"
Yes. think so: he told me hs
owned a mine-the Golden Rule the
name was; the very choice In words
would seem to indicate his religion,
nature. You have the only church IN
Glencaid, | understand, and ! wonder
greatly he has never joined you. But
perhaps he may be prejudiced against
your denomination. There is so much
narrowness in religion. But | lef
every prejudice east of the Missouri,
she declared. laughingly, every one
social and religious. I'm going to b
a true westerner, from the top of my
head to the toe of my shoe. Is Mr.
Mcneil in your church,"
The minister hesitated. II really d.
not recall the name" he confessed a
last, reluctantly. Il scarcely think
can have ever met the gentleman"
(To BE CONTINUED)