The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-11-27

Malvina sighed and arose from hsl
typewriter. II might have known thai
inspiration for love stories would he<
from mountain boarding houses" shs
across her wide. Intelligent eyes.
From the room below which wa
called parlor came the refrain Of 'Oh
You Beautiful Dodd:" then. Every
Little Movement" The tone from the
plano itself was like the jansle 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 brsexes from the lake soothed
her.
She approached a small camp with
eager steps. How had this Jewel In
the forest escaped her beforsf
The young author did not stop to
realize that this was her nrst venture
into the depths of the woods. And
with the writer's longing for seclusion
Malvina pictured herself ensconssd 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 tho trying position
Of living in boarding houses Malvina's
work had found favor with two o.
three editors. James Blake Of the
Comet had been especially attracted
to her stories. She hoped. before long.
to meet him. He had been . great
help to her.
The girls Imagining had brought
her to the door of the camp. Her syss
opened wide in surprise. The place
was open at doors and windows and
was apparently without An inhabitant.
Aalvina's. heart Quickened its beat
Perhaps she could rxa away from the
boarding house with her little typs-
writer and work here in this wonder
housed
Inside all was rough. but not With
out . sense Of the artistic. xalviAa
came to The quick conclusion that .
man who was fond Of hunting owned
he camp and that he was there only
during the hunting ssas0A-
With Joyous feet she hurried tack
10 the boarding house and from there
10 the village store. II was impsra-
i've to Malvina that when writing she
have pink lowered curtains and .
pink kimono. The latter she already
had. The pink curtains which she
would tack up in the camp must Be
purchased at the one village storo.
n 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 whom
she threw herself down on the wide
couch for . moments rest. The camp
had been turned into Q bower Of pink
and odd dishes Of Wild flowers were
scattered about.
outside( at the edge Of the forest.
big man swung along with an old
handbag in one hand and his dshins
paraphernalia in tho other.
When he drew near an indennabls
something stirred within him. Never
before. during the many summers he
had spent in the mountains, had his
camp seemed so DESTROYS.
Blake quickened his pace and
sprang up to the veranda. He stop
ped before he had entered. held by
the glimmer of pink at the windows.
Instinctively Blake removed his soft
hat before going inside. He caught .
quick breath and stood as II suddenly
lost to his surroundings.
By all the laws Of propriety Blake
should have turned and left his own
camp. But he could not move with
the sight Of Malvina pictured before
him. She was In q 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 lashss nut
ter, then rise slowly up to reveal hsi
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. IT suppose you are
the hunter who invited wayfarers into
your camp7" she asked with . hall