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Tell me, Mrs. Harris" he said, who told
you about the bad woman in In Search of a
Husband| You don't know anything about her,
and cant Somebody must have told you. Who
was it?" .'---
Mrs. Harris laughed
It's funny how much Of evil we all know
she said. Everybody knows more than he will
confess. woman knows more than she can
tell woman can never speak freely, because
the world is apt TO think too many things.
DO you remember. in The Circuit Riders
Wife there was a woman who wanted always
TO read Second Samuel with the preacher, al
ways trying to ensnare him subtly? There
are many of these Second Samuel women in
the world. | have seen them and you, too"
Mrs. Harris confessed that there were limita-
tons to her power to draw characters
There is one person whom | have tried hard
and long to put in my books" she said, "and
always with failure 1t is a certain woman in
society who takes ALL who gives nothing and
because of whom the lives Of men are wrecked
or blighted"
Ali the time talking OF philosophy and of her
work, very serious things, Mrs. Harris tried to
swerve her visitors into discussion Of lighter
matters But they were the most enthralled
persons alive. There was something in the shady
grove where the party sat that seemed to de-
mand only talk Of life and love and ambitions
But Mrs Harris finally had her way, leading
them into the sunny places OF her farm, where
there were many things to show them. There
was a mineral spring, of whose magic powers
she frankly boosted There was an old log
house, built by the Cherokee Indians. in which
lived the original owners Of the land and
which she will convert into quarters to accom-
mOdate her guests when they are too numer-
Gus for the main house She has ambitious
plans for entertainments of her friends in The
Valley"
She will call the home 1.-THE Valley" That
is an interesting item almost overlooked in the
discussion of Mrs Harris philosophy.
And so she led the visitors over the place
talking Of her plans and uttering solemn warn.
ings against the chiggers. She was lightheart.
ed. But even as to her light-heartedness she
had a philosophy.
Sorrow is a thing that like to consider as
the top rail in this life she said, something
to be taken without touching. And If you do,
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nothing cold and MODERN not residence. The
name residence is cold Home has a warm
meaning l shall build a home, a little house
of logs
ITO think of a residence you are inspired to
a conception Of grandeur, of codness. A home
is something that has its roots in the familiar
earth, and that blossoms into a thing of glory
and beauty and warmth and love"
All uncOnsciOusly, Mrs Harris had struck the
dominant note of her philosophy.
Love- she mused 1T is a term chewed up
and abused and mistreated. 1t would be a
great thing if it were resurrected and clothed
with the splendor that really belongs to it.
Spendor and warmth, and nothing tawdry"
Love. she says is essentially warmly alive
and feeling. She laughed at platonic love-
"Ihe idea of a cold platonic love is foolish"
she said. Love is warmth and life Every
blade of grass is a love letter to the sun that
kisses it. Religion is to love ALL not only the
good
Love is the only real standard. Not fame
Fame is false standard, being that light in
which you are regarded by people who don't
know you and who care nothing about you.
1t Is unreal. But the standard Of love is to be
known for yourself, to be regarded as yourself,
and to be known for your real thoughts and
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into the hearts Of others. Her power is some
thing OF diyination-nOt the trite knowledge
Of human nature" Of which people glibly talk.
Not until Mrs Harris was pressed. and then
only with an apology, did she endeavor to
analyze the power which. is hers OF divination
in the new story" she said 81 have tried
to draw my people as Of some region between
heaven and earth, touching neither, vet pos
seSsing something of both"
To her. as she explained them, they will be
real persons.
OF her plights resulting from her deineatiop
Of characters she laughed.
Many a man or woman of my ac0uaiut-
ance is ready to vow that this character or that
in my books is drawn from my knowledge of
him Many are displeased, because they claim
that have put them in my books, and many
times they are not dattered at what they con
slider their likeness.
But they are wrong. Not one Of my char
actors is altogether a real man or woman. They
all have more Of me in them than Of anything
or anyone else-they what | am, or what
| might be, or what / could be-"
One Of her listeners was man who has read
everything Mrs. Harris has written, and who
admires her deeply-from personal as well as
a literary standpoint.
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from Mrs. Cora Harris who is a wonderful
person apart from her identity as an author.
She met her newspaper visitors at night,
on the porch of the Anthony farm house, where
she boards A dog parked at their approach,
and she came out holding in her hand a lamp
for the strangers guidance Shaded by her
hand in front, its rays conferred on her face
and on her red-gOld hair beautiful hair She
was very serious and sorrowful, because her
visitors had lost themselves on their way to
her house.
But even in her moments of sympathy she
would impress them with the fact that there
were many beauties in North Georgia, and par
tlcularly in her neighbOrhOOd.
Did you see my little orphan starr" she
asked. Il have a star that l call my orphan
star. 1t has a tear in its eye. | have never
been able TO see it anywhere else except from
these hills"
Then she laughed, apologetically.
But l forgot. You are tired, and there is
much to see tomorrow. ! am too full of the
glories of this place, l suppose"
And when tomorrow came, it bore out what
she had said. There was much to see, but
first of all, the domestic on the hill
Here shah build my house" she said. at
will not be u large mansion, nothing splendid,
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you'll always land on something better on the
other side
Life on this earth is to be enjoyed. eniov
the world and the flesh and such things
when the flesh doesn't carry the indigestion
win IT, rejoice In my worldliness and eartbi-
ness. This Is the real world out here And
who couldn't be happy?"
she was standing on the pine knoll of the
ihdlan mousse as she spoke. Her hand with
lts waving gesture, indicated a fiat vallev ~
wheat stubble and corn and lazy creek that
stretched in front and to one side In tbe val
ley an old man was blowing behind tiny mule
"a cat mule Mrs. Harris calls the animal
WIN her knack Of unique Characterization The
only sound that came to echo her soft voice
was the tinke of a COW bell
IL is as II all wrong and evil slips awav
from the world out here" she went This is
realty and representative Of the world Vice is
not representative
This is where I shall make my home and
come to live. | am going to live plainly and
simply in this valley. l am not going to do anv
GOOD works. am not going to presume that
lar III coming 10 live among these people who
about them. 'iA0
Good works-what is called church work
is not religion necessarily"
Then Mrs. Harris laughed once more.
There we go again into the serious II
seems that can not help IT,"
Somebody murmured a word about "frapoa
Of mind" and Temperament"
Temperament" Mrs. Harris shifted That's
something we have in common with teetbing
infants and idiots. The writer or person of
other talent who ascrihes his idiosyncracias TO
temperament you may put down as SUFFERING
from ego-paranoia If one complains of bis
temperamental adventure to you. mark his cas-
as that of ueurasthenia. An affectation."
Mrs. Harris herself seems the most untsn,.
peramental and natural person alive and -
afraid that you might think her affected
Il have plowed much of that cornfeld f. she
said "But that is fiction to me- I don't decisive
myself there and l don't deceive the people
here. l know 1t is fiction because don't have
to do it to make my living"
There is no reality, she thinks, except the
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actions.
Il don't care for the people among whom
live to read what I write, or to have any opin-
Ion about it. 1t is what l am and what / do
that counts between u.s.
All this while Mrs. Harris sat with her visi-
tors on the hill where her home is to be built
There under the cover Of the old pines where
the "sun notified the ground with the shadows
of their leaves" just as she had said, the visit
tors led her to talk about her work and her
ambitions and her career. She discIaimed a
career, however.
Il want merely to become in some slight
way, the medium of the hearts Of the men and
women about me-" she said
Thus to record life through emotions and
ideals is, in her opinion, the function Of the
writer of what is called fiction. The day of
the mere yarn" In literature has passed, she
said.
People as they appear, as they do, are not
real" she said. Reality is not appearance
The only reality and truth is here"
And her hand was laid over her heart
That Is why her characters seem to be ideal
lied men and women Of the farms and noun
tains. They are not Oscillations, however
she said, but as she sees them, realities They
are drawn from her heart and from her insight
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North Georgia foothills is the discovery
that came with a visit to the Barlow
County farm of Mrs. Cora Harris, the nov
list, who is beloved for the tenderly faithful
touch with which she has recorded Southern life
and the ideals and thoughts of simple Southern
people.
On her farm Mrs. Harris lives plows corn
helps in the wheat stacking, talks with her
neighbOrs about drainage and surveying and
participating, gets sunburned to a healthy
completeness, and always plans for her home.
Inc home site is four miles from PlnelOg,
the tiny village which is the nearest pOstoffce,
and six miles from Rydal, the nearest railroad
station. 1t Is on a hill where virgin forest
grows, a hill whose soil is thickly covered by
brown pine straw, the accumulation of q very
long time. The road leading to the home she
described as you very naturally might think
she would.
1T winds between kneeling hills you see,
and through meadows" she said
Already, before the home is built, the hills
and the fields Of the farm peopled with men
and women whom Mrs. Harris created out of
her heart-men and women like the farmers
and the farmers wives of North Georgia. her
friends whom she loves and in whose souls she
reads something of divinity, she says. Already
the place is inhabited
You come to discover that as she is conduct
ing you about the farm, and she points to
you shady path, brown carpeted, that is
lost in the woods.
This is joys road" she says, "the road that
Joy took in her dream"
Joy" is the heroine of Mrs Harris new
story, an Search of a Husband" which is soon
to appear.
And Mrs. Harris, standing there looks down
the path and talks about it, talks to herself
TO you incidentally, giving all the while a
glimpse into her own nature.
at is a dream path,' she says, filled with
emerald twilight, trees standing like great
brothers at its side the sun nothing the
with chs 1yxr Of
of thousand flowers. the ferns"
All of which, the home plans. the dream
people, the locality is not at all surprising
from the writer of 'The Recording Angel" or
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OIIV oVUIIthI IUuI WtTt UUI
the verdant color of life in
that place. There is a
spring between great boui-
ders and ferns growing
beside it in the brown
leaves. And above the
spring is a tiny house.
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MRS. HARRIS DESCRIPTION
OF HER HOME ON THE FARM

hills in the
buds aures dOgwOod
tunnel beneath overlapping
through the make
be that mot
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The Recording Angel Rears Dream Home in the G.

making hbow
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Cora Harris, as She
Flows and Plans
Among the People
Created Out of Her
Own Heart, Shifts at
Temperament and
Lives Close to Nature.
By CARLETON COLLIER.

Tow a dream home is being realized in the
North Georgia foothills is the discovery
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she paused rambe
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party, young Chaplin began, absently,
4 thought should be bored to death.
3ut-I haven't been. You know,
1on't want to 90 over there?" He
lodded vaguely toward the south.
Il thought perhaps It suited your
convenience" His companion watched
him gravely. Are you quite sure
hat your sisters guests have not
lad something to do with this sudden
letermination?'
Il am quite sure. never liked the
old Flying Heart 30 much as I do to.
lay. I neve. regretted leaving II %
much ~ do 1t this moment"
We may be gone before you re-
Young Chaplin started: You don't
mean that. really1"
Mrs. .Keap nodded her, dark head
1T was all very well for me to chap
eron Helen on the way out from the
eest. butt isn't exactly regular fos
me to play that part here with other
young people to look after"
"But you understand. Of course
Jean must have explained to you.
Mother was called away suddenly, and
she can't get back now. You surely
won't leave--you can't" Chaplin add
ed, hopefully: "Why, you would break
up Jeans party. You see. there's no
body around here to take your place."
But" ....
"Nonsense! This is an unconven.
tional country. What's wrong with
you as a chaperon. anyway? Nobody
out here even knows what q chaperon
is. And I'll be back as soon as can"
do ,you really think that would
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,tover bowed loosely. Thank you
Aiss. The very thought Of it viii chesa
- tho gang. Life round here b
bsacker n . spade flush. think re
tell Willie" He shanbled rapidly o1
around the house. ~ q
Helen dear. / don't want Culver
- get mixed up In this affair."" ex
planned Miss Chapin. a. soon - the9
were alone. IT'S all utterly foolish
Jack doesn't want him to. either
VERY well. II Culver doesn't feea
that he can beat that cook running. J
know who will try. Mr.. Speed will dc
anything ask. It's 4 shame the way
those men have been treated"
But Mr.. Speed isn't . sprinter."
Indeed" Miss Blake bridled. per
haps Culver Covinston isn't the only
athlete in Yale College. 1 happen te
know what I'm. talking about"
II don't think he will consent wher
he learns the truth"
Il assure you." said Miss Blake
sweetly, he will be delighted"
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cHAPrIlR,,,.

r was still early In the sitter
noon when Jack Chaplin and
- tho youthful chapeTon found
the other young people TO-
yD 20 gether on the gallery.
w Here's . telegram from
~ Speed" began Jack.
EN Its terribly funny" said
Mrs Kean. shat Mexican
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t1Do % see Nlgger Mike halt his buck.
board and two figures prepare to do

t1ne % see Nlgger NIKE halt his buck
board and two figures, prepare to de
scend.
ITS Mr. Speed" cried Miss Blake
Then she uttered a scream q the vel
vet darkness was rent by q dozen
tongues OF flame. while shrill yelp
ing arose. as Of m Apache war-party,
"It's the boys" said Jean. what
on earth has possessed themf"
But Slower had planned no ordinary
reception. and the pandenonium did
not cease until the men had emptied
their weapons.
Then Mr.. J. Wallinsford Speed came
stumbling up the steps and into the
sruss Of bis friends. the tails OF bid
.6ust-coat streaming.
Really! This 10 more than I q.
Dscssd." hs sssDsd:s u then tsfnine,
lo6sl his straw Hat 70 he half.re.
vealed ngurss bsyood The light, and
cried. gayly: "Thank you. ssatlsmsn!
Thank yoa for missing met" II;
81 : Yo*-se!" responded Tie Gov.
boys.
How DO you DO. Miss Chapin!s
Spsed shook hands with his hostess,
90 in the radiance from the open
doorway she saw that his lace was
round aud boyish. and his smile p,
suliarly engaging.
She welcomed him appropriately:
then said: "This reception - quite -
startling to us - to you. You know.
Mr.. Speed, that We have With - .
friend Of yours" She slightly drew
Helen forward. "And this 70 Npo.
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EV0I UOyO WV0%1 u B8U9T VOoO W
'Ol1upede outAt at . beoaeoS oSa0dAa
'teoEuament In CheyennA-
wyoming" Slower uads he 0cs
'1lea definite. 4st,ssgs ,sz.v7a q+ae.
The CenttDe6e crowd took thsti
6sesst badly On Froatier DIV. ant
,svoes to get svea.~
And was Humpy Joe defeated1'
asked Helen.
was he?" still Bin shook his head
sadly, and sighed for Q third time III
looked like he was running backward
niss."
But really he was only beaten .
:hoot It was . wonderful race. ! saw
iit." said Jean. 1T made me think ot
the races at college,"
Miss Blake puckered her brows tr1
Ing to think:
Joseph" she said. mo. don't
think have seen him."
6tover's lips met grimly. II don't
'l0ckon you have, miss. Since thai
,yace he has been hard TO descry. He
Dassed from view hurriediy. % u
SPEAK. headed toward the foot-hills
nd leaping nom crag to ersg Ike The
hardy shamrock Of the Swiss Alps.''
Miss Blake gigSled. What mads
HIN hurry so1"
t"Us!" Slower gased 1t her solemn
". We amt none Of yus beea ths
.same since that foot.raoe. You seA
~ amt the Anancial value o. thai
'Dcho PhonogTaph. nor the double
cross that hurts: it's the fact that the
,nangiest outht In tho Territory has
trimmed us out Of the one thing thai
stands for honor and excellence and
Scientinc attainment 40 the Judge
said when We won It. That taking.
machine meant moro 70 US than you
Eastern folks can understand. ]
reckon"
IF l were you I would cheer up
said Miss Blake. kindly, and with
some importance. Miss Chaplin has
. college friend coming this week, and
he can win back your trophy"
Slower glanced up 1t Jean quickly.
rs that right, Miss Chapin?"
He can II he will" Jean asserted.
Can he rum"
HE is the intercollegiate Champion
declared that young lady. with proud
dignity.
And do you reckon he'd run for
u and the Echo Photograph OF New
York anu Paris, IL We framed = race!
lt's an honor!"
But Miss Chaplin recalled her
brothers caution Of the day before
and hesitated.
I'll don't think he would. You ses.
he Is IN amateur-he might be out OF
training"
1.-THE idea!" exclaimed Miss Blake.
Indignantly. III Culver won't run.
know who will" She closed her lips
Armly and turned to tho foreman.
'fou tell your friends that we'll see
you get your trophy back"
Helen, u"
II mean it," declared Miss BaakA
With spirit.
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n the other young people to
p1 % gether on the gallery.
~ Here's : telegram from
A. Speed" began Jack.
W 'Its terribly funny" sait
l. Mrs. Keap. THAT Mexican
broueht it to no down at the spring
house"
Miss Blake Lost her bored expires
sion. and sat up II the hammock.
.Mr. Jack Chaplin read the ownel
OF The Y1ying Heart Ranch. :" ..paai
Jack: + oenldn't walt Tor Cosington
% meet With Grassland and are~orka
eAls nftssaooa. Havs Aowerai In bleom
IN the little park beside the dopot. and
- that the daisies nod % mel;
Wallthgfdpd 0peed...
4 'taark, IS oh1' >hsatd Fresno d5yly
Telegraph once. water-tank, and 3
cattle chute. Where does this fellow
think she isf'' ,a
Here's . postcript.~ added Chapin.
81 have . valet who does not seen
10 enjoy the trip. Divide I kiss amonl
the girls"
"Well, wall! He's stlngy with his
kisses," observed Berkeley. "Who II
this humorous party!"
"He was . Freshman 1t Yale the
year graduated" explained Jack.
''Too bad he never got out OF that
class" It was evident that Mr.. Speedi
levity made no impression upon the
Glee Club tenor. ''He hates to tall
about himself, doesn't he?"
II think he is very clever" said
Miss Blake. warmly.
How well do you know him!"
mot as well 40 I'd like to-"
Fresno pu6ed 1T his little pipe with
out remarking at this.
well. who wants to go and meet
him?" queried Jack.
Wont you?" asked his sister.
Il can't. I've just got word from
the Eleven X that I'm wanted. The
foreman 10 hurt. may not be hack
for some time" &
'Nieser Mike net me-" observed
Fresno. darby.
.Then Niger Mike for speed.n
laushed the cattle.man. .'I'ye told
Carara to hitch up the pintos for me.
I must b soinR.s
"l'1l nee that YOU an safely started -
said the younr widow: and leavinx the
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Keap, who IL looking after 10 . bi
while mother IL away. Roberta, ma,
I present Mr.. Covington's friend. ant
ask you to be good to him."
"Don't forget me-" said Fresno
pushing into the light.
"Mr. Berkeley Fresno. Of Lelant
Stanford University"
"Hello. Frez!" Speed thrust out hi
hand warmly. Not 80 the Californian
He replied, with hauteur:
Fresno! Fresno" and allowed
the newcomer to grasp a limp, moist
hand.
"Ah! Go to the head Of the class!
I'm sorry you broke your wrist. how
ever. The eastern lad spoke light
~. and gave the palm hearty sqeeze
then turned to Jean.
Il dare say you are all disappointed
Miss Chaplin, that Culver didn't come
with me. but he'll be along in a day
or 90. simply couldn't wait" He
avoided glancing at Helen Blake
whose answering blush was lost in the
darkness.
Il did think when you drove up that
might be Mr.. Covington with you. o
Miss Chaplin remarked, wistfully.
oh no, that's my man." Speed
glanced around him. "And, blythe.
way. where is he?" a#a.-a
The sound Of angry voices came
through the gloom, then out into the
light came Still Bill Slower. Willie,
and Carara, dragging between them q
globular person who was rebellins
loudly.
"stover, what 10 this!" questioned
Miss Chaplin. stepping TO the edge Of
the veranda.
This gent stampedes in the midst
OF our welcome" explained the fore
man. so we have to rope him before
be gets away" It was seen now that
Carara's slariat was tightly drawn
about the new arrivals waist.
Then the valet broke into coherent
speech. but he spoke . tongue not
to his profession.
NIX on that welcome stu6," hs
burst forth, in husky. alcoholic &C
cents: that goes on the dooEmat!" It
vas plain that he was very angry. II
hat racket means welcome. don't
want It. Take that clothes.line OF OF
ne" Carara loosened the moose, and
lis captive rolled up the steps mop
ling his face with his handkerchief.
What made you run away?" de-
handed Speed.
ANY time bunch Of bandits un.
itch their gats. I'm on my way" sput- |
cred the fat man. I'm gun.shy, see?
Ind when this hold.up comes of I
eat It till that Cuban rummy with tho
Medals on his dicer rides . live horse
p my back"
You donr appreciate the honof."
xplained his employer; then turning
!, the others, he announced: "Win
on allow me to introduce Mr.. Law
ence Glass! He isn't really . valet,
on know, Miss Chaplin. and he doesn't
are for the west yet. It 10 his nrst
tp."
4 have heard my brother speak OF
AIRY Glass" said Jean. graciously
Mr.. Glass courtesied awkwardly.
I'D swinging his right foot back OF
is left. tapped the floor with his toe.
"You were a trainer ut Yale when
,ck was there?"
That's me-" Mr.. Glass wheezed.
m there with the big rub, too. Wal
said he was going to train during
,cation, 50 he staked me to a trip
1t here. and came along to look
ter him."
Come into the house." said Jean.
,tover will see to your baggage
As they entered, Mr.. Berkeley Fres-
, saw the late arrival bend over
ellen Blake, and heard him murmur:
"The snme nnforeettable ewes Of
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cHAPTER .v.

r was on the following
morning that Miss Blake
made bold to request her
favor from J. Wallingford
Speed. They had succeed
ed in isolating themselves
upon the vine-shaded sal
lery at the rear Of the
hnnaA and the conversation
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il,al,an blue,

lIaMan blue.
And Mr.. Fresno decided to dislike
wally. Speed. even II II required -
effort
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