The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-03-02
CHAPTER vlII.
A Newcomer Among the Pines.

with word of the RATS safe delivery
into the hands of Captain Graftz. San.
ory. working over his books in the tit.
tie office. heard a strange voice with
out
oh, no." II was SAYING in fresh.
sweet accepts and the very tone said
East-"You need not wat. I'm going
TO stay II this is the office or head
quarters of this place. I'll find whoey er
is In charge Just put my trunk on
Shat pile OF timber. Be careful. Oh,
do be careful! That case contains my
typewriter, and It's more precious than
gold! There-that's right. Now,
what do owe you?"
There was an answer and the clink
OF money. and Sandry rose just as the
office door opened. Il was the East
that confronted him. Fifth avenue IL.
self, the whole inimitable metropolis
refined into one woman
Il must beg a thousand pardons,"
she said. her clear blue eyes raised to
his face, 'and lot of indulgence /
want to be taken in. Do you think any.
one in this delightful place will do
tt?"
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; it 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 well received in the
eastern magazines, but they fail to sat.
isfy me. have my first novel drafted.
and II 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 lind
sanctuary"
We'll see that you do" said San.
dry pleasantly, and you couldn't have
struck better spot for local color any.
where in the Northwest We are ele.
mental here. right down to the primi
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 naAvity and her frank man.
ner had established between them.
Hungrily he watched her gather ND
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 inventory. Every little move.
ment was so familiar. 50 potent in it's
suggestion of home.
Chatting lightly, the stranger step
ped up on the porch and smiled at the
white-h haired old woman
Ma Daily" said Sandry-he had
long since lost the sense OF resentment
at the family atmosphere OF the camp
this is Miss Ordway of New York
famous author-and she has come
West 20 write a new book Luckily
she struck us In her search for local
color Can we take her in?"
Ma Daily looked at the visitor sharp
ly 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"
IN abdicate," put in Sandry quick
ly; "she may have my room and I'll
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 aeeting glance on
sandry and thes. she saw the other
She did not speak but leaned against
the aoos-jamb drinking in pnis appa
riton. In the little pause that fell
presently she tu,ned to the old lady
"Yes. mother" she said softly.
please da-