The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-18

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| typewriter. and it's more precious tina
gold! There-thats right. Now
what do owe you?"
There was an answer and the ciinl
of money, and Sandry rose just as tn
office door opened 1t was the Eas
that confronted him, Fifth avenue 1t
self, the whole inimitable metropolis
refined into one woman. The mist O.
the West was thick upon her silver
furs; it 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 a cos
mopolitan goodfellowship radiated
from her frankly.
Il must beg a thousand pardons,'
| she said, her clear blue eyes raised to
his face, "and lot OF indulgence. 1
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
lOhO anu iCoPOluih6 " LILO IL dlhACoo
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
returned upon him and his heart clam
ored for home.
You are from New York." he said
simply.
Eyes. And l suppose / must explain
at once. You westerners are 30 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; 1t appealed to Sandry in
stantly, so that thrill of gladness ran
through him to his very finger tips.
Il have written a few short stories
which have been we'll received in the
eastern magazines, but they fail to sat
sfy 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-
,ion-and I've come out to work on
he ground. DO you think | can find
"We1l see that you do" said San
Try pleasantly, land you couldn't have
truck better spot for local color any
yhere in the Northwest. We are ele- |
Mental here, right down to the print 9
I've, and we are swamped with at
losphere.' You just come along to
"a Daily" he promised, already using y
lie tone of hail-fellow which their
)mmon nativity and her frank man. a
er had established between them. g
Hungrily he watched her gather up C
Dr. skirts and precede him up the lit
Q path to the cook-shack, where Ma t
ally was already standing in the door 81
take inventory Every little move IL
ent was so familiar, so potent in its a
question of home p
Chatting lightly, the stranger STEP y,
ID up on the porch and smiled at the
old woman e
MA Daily" said Sandry-he had "
lg since lost the sense of resentment is
the family atmosphere of the camp as
this is Miss Ordway of New York az
famous author-and she has come st
est to write a new book. Luckily eff
Q struck us in her search for local B
Tor. Can we take her in?" it
Ma Daily looked at the visitor sharp
and Sandry saw a scarce perceptible sp
ange pass over her CHEEKY features.
The vital blue eyes of the younger de
man gave back the scrutiny with fiy
fleet openness. er
Please do, Mrs. Daily" she said in ov
: sweet voice. please, please do in
Don't know" said Ma slowly; sp
ere amt any room" of
III abdicate," put in Sandry quick ha
"she may have my room and I'll
up cot in the office"
ust at that moment Siletz came in up
the west door and, crossing the at
room, stood looking out upon the ly,
up on the porch. Her dark eyes mi
ted first with heeting glance on bee
ldry and then she saw the other ste
or moment Sandry forgot the sol
mess of the present in watching Pr
face, as he always did when any vol
' emotion touched her. Now he ira
: her lips part trifle and her eyes +
en- with amazement, and he knew ing
for the first time she beheid and S
ognized womanly beauty in its per 8
ion. to
he did not speak but leaned against to J
door-iamb drinking in this appa- ner
IN. In the little pause that fell sho
'ently she turned to the old lady. pan
Yes. mother" she said softly, pos
ase do" II
he stranger flashed a brilliant at {
ice at her, and with an inimitably desl
ty gesture reached out a gloved rise
l and patted her arm, bare under Il
rolledup sleeve. othe
Ar. Sandry," called John Daily. he
ding on the foot-log, will ye come opel
n here minnit?" ~
'iletz," said Ma, when the glitter tt
guest had been shut away in San of
} little south room, what for do the
want we should keep herr" ter {
Vhy-I don't know, mother" said IN
girl simply, "only she's too beau- aske