Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-15
tic once. heard strange voice with.

"Oh, no." It was saying In fresh.
sweet acceptsand the very tone said
East--"You need not wait. I'm going
to stay II this is the ONCE. or head
quarters Of this place, I'll fnd whoever
is in charge. Just put my trunk on
that Pile Of timber. Be carefuE Oh,
do be careful! That case contains my
typewriter, and it's more precious than
| gold! There-that's right. Now.
what do owe your"
There was an answer and the clink
of money, and Sandry rose just 80 the
Office door opened. It was the East
that confronted him, Fifth avenue It.
| self, the whole inimitable metropolis
refined into one woman. The mist Of
the West was thick upon her silver
furs; 1t hung in diamond drops on the
waving white aigrette that stood out
from her small dark velvet turban in
airy pride; its cool freshness bloomed
| IN her cheks. She smiled. and cos
mopolitan goodfellowship radiated
from her frankly.
Il must beg thousand pardons."
she said. her clear blue eyes raised to
his face, land q lot of indulgence.
want to be taken in. Do you think any
one In this delightful place will do
IT."
"The whole camp will fight for the
privilege" promised Sandry rashly,
falling in instantly with her bantering
tone and responding to the frankness
of her smile. He watched her sit down
gracefully in the chair that he hurried
ly pulled forward. With the first
glimpse Of her the old nostalgia had
ored for home.
you are from New York." he said
simply.
Eyes. And suppose must explain
at once. You westerners are so insist
ent on reasons. My name is Poppy
Ordway-and am Of that unfortunate
and much criticized species. the wom-
an with life work"
The smile she turned upon him was
electric, full of that heady quality
which is distinctive Of the vital wom-
an, the woman of strong and excitable
passions; it appealed to Sandry in
stantly, so that thrill of gladness ran
through him to his very finger tips.
Il have written few short stories
which have been well received in the
eastern magazines. but they fail to sat
isfy me. have my first novel drafted,
and it is over there on your lumber
pile along with my precious type
writer. 1t is tale of the lumber re.
gion-and I've come out to work on
the ground. Do you think can find
sanctuary"
we'll see that you do" said San
dry pleasantly, land you couldn't have
struck better spot for local color any.
where in the Northwest. We are ele-
mental here. right down to the print
tive, and We are swamped with at
mosphere.' You just come along to
Ma Daily" he promised. already using
the tone Of hail.fellow which their
common nativity and her frank man.
ner had established between them.
Hungrily he watched her gather up
her skirts and precede him up the lit
tie path to the cook-shack, where Ma
Daily was already standing in the door
to take inventafy. Every little move
ment was ~ familiar. 90 potent in its
suggestion Of home.
Chatting lightly. tho stranger step
ped up on the porch and smiled at the
white-haired old woman.
Ma Daily" said Sandry-he had
long since lost the sense of resentment
ut the family atmosphere Of the camp
this 10 Miss Ordway Of New York
. famous author-and she has come
West to write . new book. Luckily
she struck us in her search for local
color. Can We take her in?"
Ma Daily looked Ut the visitor sharp
~ and sandry saw scarce perceptible
change pass over her CHEEKY features.
& The vital blue eyes Of the younger
woman gave back the scrutiny with
perfect openness.
Please do. Mrs. Daily" she said in
her sweet voice. please. please do"
Don't know" said Ma slowly;
there amt any room"
I'll abdicate." put in Sandry quick
ly; "she may have my room and III
put up cot in the Office"
Just at that moment Siletz came in
at the west door and, crossing the
big room, stood looking out upon the
group on the porch. Her dark eyes
rested first with feeting glance on
Sandry and then she saw the other
For q moment Sandry forgot the
business Of the present in watching
her face. as he always did when any
new emotion touched her. Now he
saw her lips part a trifle and her eyes
widen with amazement, and he knew
that for the first time she beheld and
recognized womanly beauty in its per.
lection.
She did not speak but leaned against
the door-jamb drinking in this appa.
rition. In the little pause that fell
presently she turned to the old lady.
Yes. mother" she said softly.
please do"
The stranger flashed brilliant
glance at her, and with an inimitably
pretty gesture reached out a gloved
hand and patted her arm, bare under
the rolled-up sleeve.
Mr.. Sandry." called John Daily,
standing on the foot-log, will ye come
down here q minnit?"
"Silets," said Ma, when the glitter
ing guest had been shut away in SAN
dry's little south room, what for do
you want We should keep herr"
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