Cheyenne record., 1916-07-27
CHAPTER viii.

On0 day soon after the men returned
with word Of the RATS safe delivery
into the hands Of Captain Graftz. San
dry. working over his books in the lit
tie ONCE. heard q strange voice with
out.
"oh, no." It was saying in fresh,
sweet accepts-and the very tone said
Bast-"You need not wait. I'm going
to stay. II this is the ONCE. or head
quarters of this place. I'll find whoever
10 in charge. Just put my trunk on
that pie 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 you1"
There was an answer and the clink
OF money. and Sandry rose Just a. the
ofnce door opened. It was the East
that confronted him. Fifth avenue It.
self. the whole inimitable metropolis
refined into one woman.
Il must beg q 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
IT."
Tho 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
~ pulled forward. With tho 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 l 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 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 q few short stories
which have been we'll received in the
eastern magazines. but they fail to sat-
isfy me. l have my first novel drafted.
and It ID over there on your lumber
pdle along with my precious type
writer. 1t is . tale OF the lumber re-
g1on-and I've come out to work on
the ground. Do you think l can find
banctuary7"
well see that you do" said San
dfy pleasantly. and you couldn't have
struck better spot for local color any
whore in the Northwest We are ele-
mental here. right down to the PRINT
tive. and we are swamped with at
nosphsre.' You Just come along to
Ma Daily" ho promised. already using
the tone of hail-fellow which their
common nativity and her frank man
nar had established between them.
Hungrily he watched her gather up
her skirts and precede him up the lit
No path to the cook-shack. where Ma
Daily was already standing in the door
to take inventory. Every little move
nent was 50 familiar. 80 potent in its
suggestion Of home.
Chatting lightly. the 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
as the family atmosphere of the camp
this 10 Miss Ordway OF New York
. famous author-and she has come
West to write . now book. Luckily
ne struck us In her search for local
color. Can We take her INF"
Ma Daily looked at the visitor sharp
0 and Sandry saw . scarce perceptible
GAangs pass over her CHEEKY features.
The vital blue eyes Of the younger
woman gave back the scrutiny With
perfect openness.
-Pleass do, Mrs. Daily" she said In
her sweet voice. please. please d."
Don't know" said Ma slowly:
there Amt any room."
III abdicate." put In Sandry quick
": she may have my room and IN
Pot up . cot in the ONCE"
aa the west door and. crossing the
big room. stood looking out upon the
oouD ou the porch. Her dark eyes
ra1eS1 Arst with . necting glance on
0anlsy and then she saw The other.
6As Aid n0e speak but leaned against
- losrjamb drinkfns in this appar
F1eiea. In tAs lfttls pause that fell
gssssatiy - toDsa 70 ths Oh laAy.
Yea noeA0." aha ~ soce,y.
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