Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-11-13


Silent, blushing, tousled by the hands
Of her decorators, Berrie permitted
hats to be perehed on her head and
jackets buttoned and unbutt0ned about
her shoulders till she felt like worn
clothes horse. Wayland beamed with
delight, but she was far less satisfied
than he, and when at last selection
was made she still had her doubts, not
of the clothes, but Of her ability to
wear them. They seemed so alien to
her, 30 restrictive and enslaying.
you're an easy fitter," said the sales
woman. "But'-here she lowered her
volce-"you need new corset. This
old one is out Of date. Nobody Is wear
ing hips now."
Thereupon Berrie meekly permitted
herself to be led away to torture
room. Wayland waited patiently, and
when she reappeared all traces Of Bear
Tooth forest had vanished. In neat
tailored suit and very chic hat, with
shoes, gloves and stockings to match,
she was so transformed, so charmingly
girlish in her self conscious glory, that
he was tempted to embrace her In the
presence Of the saleswoman. But he
didn't. He merely said: IL see the gov
ernoTs finish. Let's go to lunch. You
are stunningr'
II don't know myself" responded
Berrle. "The only thing that feels nat
ural is my hand. They cinched me so
tight can't eat thing, and my shoes
hurt" She laughed as she said this,
for her use Of the Vernacular was con-
scious. "I'm fraud. Your father will
spot my brand first shot. Look at my
face-red as saddle!"
Don't let that trouble you. This is
the time of year when tan is fashion
able. Don't you be afraid Of the gov
ernor. Just smile at him. give him
your grip, and he'll melt"
"I'm the one TO melt, I'm beginning
now"
Notwithstanding his confident advice
Wayland led the two silent aud In
wardly dismayed women into the
snowy cafe Of the hotel with some de-
gree of personal apprehension concern
Ing the approaching interview with his
father. OF course he did not permit
this to appear In the slightest degree.
1t pleased him to observe the admir-
ing glances which were turned upon
Berre, whose hat became her might
ly, and, leaning over, he said In low
voice to Mrs. McFarlane; "Who is the
lovely young lady opposite? Won't you
introduce met"
This little play being over, he said,
"Now, while our order is coming I'll
run out to the desk and see IL the gov
ernor has come In or not"
Wayland returned with an increase
Of tension in his face.
Hes here! I've sent word saying
I am lunching in the cafe with ladies'
l think he'll come round. But don't
be afraid OF him. He's a good deal
rougher on the outside than he Is at
heart. OF course he's a, ,bluff old bust
ness man and not at all pretty, and
he'll transfix you with a kind Of estl-
mating glare as IL you were a tree,
but he's actually very easy to manage
II you know how to handle him. Now,
I'm not going to try to explain every
thing to him at the beginning. I'm
going to introduce him to you In a
casual kind of way and give him time
to take to you both. He forms his
likes and dlslikes very quickly"
"What IL he doesn't like usT In
qulred Berrie, with troubled brow.
"He can't help It." His tone was so
positive that her eyes misted with hap
pIness. "But here comes our food. !
hope you aren't too nervous to eat.
Here is where l shine as provider.
This Is the kind Of camp fare l can
recommend"
Berries healthy appetite rose above
her apprehension, and she ate with the
keen enjoyment of a child, and her
mother said, at surely IL treat to
get a chance at somebody else's cook.
Ing"
"Don't you slander your home fare"
warned Waylnnd. "It's as good as
this, only different"
He sat where he could watch the
door, and despite his Jocund pose his
eyes expressed growing lmpatlence
and some. anxiety. They were all well
into their dessert before he called out.
"IIere he Isl"
Mrs. McEorlane could not see the
newcomer from where she sat, but
BerTie rose In great excitement as a
heavy set, full faced man with short,
gray mustache and high, smooth brow
entered the 0om, lie did not smile US
he greeted his son. and his penetrating
glance questioned even before he
spoke. He seemed to silently ask:
"Well, what's all this2 How do you
happen TO be hcrel Who are these
womenT
Wayland said; Mrs. McFarlane, this
Is my father Father, this Is Miss
Bcrea McTarlane of Bear Tooth
Springs"
The elder Norcross shook hands with
Mrs, McFarlane politely, coldly, but he
betrayed surprise as Berea took his
fingers In her grip. At his sons sollci-
tation he accepted seat opposite
Berea, but refused dessert.
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