The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-06-18
Malviina Moves

Malvina sighed and arose from her
typewriter. Il might have known that
inspiration for love stories would dee
from mountain boarding houses" she
told herself az she swept q hand
across her wide. intelligent eyes.
From the room below which was
called parlor came the refrain Of "Oh,
You Beautiful Dodd:" then. Every
Little Movement" The tone from the
piano itself was like the jangle OF
many discordant tins. but the music
Malvina stopped her ears. then. with
quick movements slipped into her
white jersey and out into the cool
mountain air. Her nerves were In
dire need Of calm and quiet.
She walked on with lightened heart
The pungent odOr Of balsam and the
cool breezes from the lake soothed
her.
She approached a small camp with
eager steps How had this jewel in
the forest escaped her before?
The young author did not stop to
realize that this was her first venture
into the depths Of the woods. And
with the writer's longing for sccluslOn
Malvina pictured herself ensconsed in
that picturesque camp. She felt that
all of her budding plot would burst
into full bloom and that her name
would appear in many OF the maya
zines. Even under the trying position
of living in boarding houses Malvina's
work had found favor with two or
three editors. James Blake OF the
Comet had been especially attracted
to her stories. She hoped. before long,
to meet him. He had been a great
help to her.
The girls imaginings had brought
her to the door Of the camp. Her eyes
opened wide In surprise. The place
was open at doors and windows and
was apparently without an inhabitant.
Malvlna's heart quickened its beat
Perhaps she could run away from tho
boarding house with her little type.
writer and work here In this wonder
house?
Inside all was rough, but not with.
out q sense OF the artistic. Malvina
came to the quick conclusion that a
man who was fond Of hunting owned
tho camp and that he was there only
during the hunting season.
With joyous feet she hurried back
to the boarding house and from there
to the village store. 1t was impera.
tive to Malvina that when writing she
have pink lowered curtains and q
pink kimono The latter she already
had. The pink curtains which she
would tack up in the camp must be
purchased at the ono village store.
It was the following day before she
arrived at the little house. She was
laden with her typewriter. her pink
curtains. her tea equipment and her
pink kimono.
Malvina was tired but happy when
she threw herself down on tho wide
couch for a moments rest The camp
had been turned into bower Of pink
and odd dishes Of wild flowers were
scattered about.
Ovtside( Mt the edge Of the forest.
q big man swung along with an old
handbag in ono hand and his fishing
paraphernalia In the other.
When he drew near an ind Anablc
something stirred within him Never
before. during the many summers ne
had spent in tho mountains. had his
camp seemed SO DESTROYS.
Blake Quickencd his pace and
sprang up to the veranda. He stop
ped before he had entered. held by
tho glimmer Of pink at the windows.
Instinctivcly Blake removed his soft
hat before going inside He caught n
quick breath and stood as II suddenly
lost to his surroundings.
By all tho laws Of propriety Blake
should have turned and left his own
camp But he could not move with
the sight Of Malyina pictured before
him. She was In sound sleep and
her cheeks were flushed Her glorious
hair was a mass Of spun copper that
trailed over the cushion.
The power Of his eyes disturbed
her and she stirred. Blake, spell
bound, watched the heavy lashes fut
ter, then rise slowly up to reveal hel
eyes
Blake then came to his senses and
turned toward the door. He waited
outside on the veranda until she
should come He felt that she would
follow Immediately.
Malvina did. Il suppose you are
the hunter who invited wayfarers into
your camp" she asked with . hall
smile
And you are the wayfarer!" Blake
returned because he could think o
nothing else for the moment.
II supposed the hunting season dit
not begin until later" Malvina smile,
half wistfully.
IT does not But fishing suits m
. almost 40 we'll. and since the Come
needs me in the fall"
And you need your own cam