Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1912-12-20

TERROR
The next second he was hurryinx her
away to the cabin.
Help, help" she called In mock ter
ror, Hal, bring the suit cases. The
mountain brigand is carrying off your
sister"
Claude Extrum deposited his guest in
a great easy chair in front Of the blaz-
Ing pine log on the fireplace. Then he
helped her remove her wraps Present
ly she sat back quite at her ease, her
handsomely shOd feet on an improvised
footstool. while her face glowed in the
dancing freight.
What are you cooking, Claude, that
smells so tarnation goodY" demanded
Hal. shifting robustly as he found
place for the suit cases in an unoccu-
pied corner of the studio.
"Not a Christmas turkey, you young
gastronomer," answered Claude, his
somberness leaving him under the
merry mood Of his two unexpected
guests. "It's beans-pure, unadulter-
ated beans" he added, with tragic air
This Is regular bean soup even
ing" observed Aldyce. I'm sure
shall enjoy It,"
II want the largest bowl in your
china collection" ordered Hal. assist
Ing the artist to sift -four for the bis
cults. Mature has endowed me with
q big sized attachment for bean soup"
1.-THE pot is full" said Claude, lifting
the lid to give the boy a peep. but II
you advise an extension we might
bring the wash boiler into service"
1t was a merry meal to which they
sat down as the early dusk OF Christ
mas eve began to creep into the rustic
studio. Hal declared the bean soup
was nectar, and Aldyce herself pinned
up her sleeves and made delicious cof-
fee. But the reaction came to Claude
at the close Of the feast. He suddenly
pushed back his chair from the table
and sat moodlly staring into the crum-
bling embers on the hearth.
Aldyce regarded the young mans
clouded countenance for a short time
In silence. a mysterious twinkle In her
dark eyes. Then she arose and walked
over to the window.
HAL" she called to her brother.
who showed symptoms of doing In his
chair, ''the snow has almost stopped.
want you to go out and see II the
car is still properly covered"
With a yawn the young fellow obey
ed, whistling merrlly as he trudged
down the canyon.
Quickly Aldyce opened her suit case,
took out a long envelope and laid 1t
/ before the artist.
"a Christmas gift for you she said
simply, the mysterious smile now Turk
/ ing Mt the corners Of her mouth. open
1t. Claude"
He obeyed and a crisp check for
$1,000 dropped into his hand. Then he
read the accompanying note:
Dear Old Pal-The inclosed check Is for
your painting, Rainbow Canyon In Sum-
mer," sold to the famous art collector,
Mr. Stevens OF New York. He wants the
same scene in winter at your own price.
He says to be prepared for some orders
! from his friends. Merry Christmas
LAWRENCE.
"Aldyce, how did you learn was
hereT' he asked, moving toward her,
Lawrence told me. | was In the
| studio when Mr.. Stevens bought your
picture on exhibition there. He was
so happy for you he let out your Sc
cret that you were coming here to bury
yourself for the holidays" she replied
Then l planned
She hesitated blushed, looking al
him with laughing eyes.
Dell Frazier's party" he finished
boldly.
How dare you insinuate that fab
ncated that as an excuse to bring yOU
the good news of your fortune7" she
tainted him. assuming a tone OF In
jury.
He sprang toward her. With little
cry of feigned fright she eluded him
but stopped under the hanging lamp
where Il dangling spray of mistletoe
touched her hair. Then he kissed her