The Parker post. (Parker, Ariz.) 1910-1918, 1912-12-28
.alviina Moves

! typewriter Il might have known that
Inspiration for love stories would nee
! from mountain boarding houses she
/ told herself as she swept hand
across her wide, intelligent eyes.
From the room below which was
| called parlor came the refrain OF ON,
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
! 1uick movements slipped into her
white jersey and out into the cool
mountain air Her nerves were IN
/ lire need of calm and quiet.
She walked on with lightened heart.
The pungent odor of balsam and the
cool breezes from the lake soothed
| Ter.
She approached a small camp with
| eager steps How had this jewel In
he forest escaped her before?
The young author did not stop to
.ealize that this was her first venture
nto the depths of the woods. And
With the writer's longing for seclusion
Malvina pictured herself ensconsed in
hat picturesque camp. She felt that
all of her budding plot would burst
nto 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 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 inhab1tant.
Malvina's heart quickened its beat.
Perhaps she could run away from the
boarding house with her little type
writer and work here in this wonder
| house?
/, Inside all was rough, but not with
out a sense of the artistic. Malvina
came to the quick conclusion that
man who was fond of hunting owned
the 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 Powered curtains and a
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 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 the wide
! couch for a moments rest. The camp
had been turned into a 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 fishing
paraphernalia in the other.
When he drew near an indefinable
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
| IL; - "A, II af+ he xxyir
Instinctively Blake removed his soft
hat before going inside. He caught
/ quick breath and stood as If 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 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 tiut-
ter then rise slowly up to reveal her
eyes
Blake then came to mis- senses ana
| turned toward the door. He waited
outside on the veranda until she
should come He felt that she would
| follow Immediately.
Malvina did. 81 suppose you are
the hunter who invited wayfarers into
your camp" she asked with half
smile.
"And you are the wayfarer?" Blake
returned because he could think OF
nothing else for the moment.
81 supposed the hunting season did
not begin until later Malvina smiled
half wistfully.
'It does not. But fishing suits me
almost as we'll, and since the Comet
needs me in the fall"
and you need your own camr