The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-04-06
CHAPTER VII.
A Newcomer Amono the Pines.

inv uAy soon hIteF the men returned
with word OF the RATS safe delivery
into the hands OF Captain Graftz. San
dry. working over his books In the 1T.
tie sdice. heard a strange voice with.
out.
oh, no." Il was saying in fresh,
sweet accepts-and the very one said
East-"You need not wait. I'm going
TO stay. IL this is the Office, or head.
quarters Of this place. III find whoever
is In charge, Just put my trunk on
that pile OF timber. Be careful! oh.
do be careful! That ease contains my
typewriter. and It's more precious than
gold! There-that's right. Now,
what do I owe your"
There was an answer and the clink
OF money. and Sandry rose just as the
ONCE door opened. IL was the East
that confronted him, Fifth avenue II.
self. the whole inimitable metropolis
refined into one woman
Il must beg a thousand rerdons.'
she said. her clear blue eyes raised TO
his face. and a lot OF indulgence.
"%aN w w NhhNh u ~ 1pu NulIlh Ally
n 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
returned upon him and his heart clam.
ored for home.
You are from New York" he said
simply.
Yes. 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 won.
an with a life work"
The smile she turned upon him was
electric, full! OF that heady quality
which is distinctive OF the vital WON.
an, the woman OF strong and excitable
passions; II appealed TO Sandry In.
stantly, so that Il thrill OF gladuess 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 20 sat.
isfy me. | have my first novel drafted.
and II is over there on your lumber
pile along with my precious tyne.
writer, II is a tale OF the lumber re-.
gion--and I've come out 20 work on
the ground, DO you think | can lind
sanctuary"
Well SEQ that you do" said San.
dry pleasantly, and you couldn't have
struck a better spot for local color any.
whore IN the Northwest. We are ele.
mental here, right down 10 the print
tive, and We are swamped with at
mosphere' You just come along e
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 M
her skirts and precede him up the III
tie path TO the cook.shack. where Nc
Daily was already standing in the iooi
90 take inventory. Every little move
ment was 81 familiar. 30 potent n it,
suggestion OF home.
Chatting lightly, the stranger step
ped up on the porch and smiled at IN,
white-haired old woman
Ma Daily" saiu Sandry-he haC
long since lost the sense OF resentmen
at the family atmosphere OF the cam
this In Miss Ordway OF New York
q famous author-and she has com,
West to write a new book. Luckil,
she struck us in her search for loca
color, Can we take her in?"
Ma Daily looked at the visitor sharT
ly and Sandry saw a scarce %perceptibl
change pass W. her CHEEKY features
The vital blue eyes OF the younge
woman gave back the scrutiny wit
perfect openness.
Please do. Mrs. Daily" she said Il
her sweet voice. please, please do.
Don't know" said Ma slowly
there amt any room"
I'm a%bdlcate," put In Sandry quicl
ly; she may have my room and T.
put up a cot In the Office"
Just at that moment Siletz came 1
at the west door and. crossing IN
big room. stood looking out upon tn
group on the porch. Her dark eye
rested frat with a fieeting glance o
Sandry and then she saw the othe'
She did not speak but leaned againi
ne door;jamb drinking In this app
ption. In the little pause that fe
presently she turned TO the old lad!
Yes, mother" she said softl!
please do"