The Huttig news., 1916-01-22
CHAPTER VIII.
A Newcomer Among the Pines.


 One day soon after the men returned with word of the raft's safe delivery into the hands of Captain Graftz, San dry, working over his books in the lit tie office, heard strange voice with out.
 Oh, no,'' 1t was saying in fresh. sweet accepts-and the very tone said East-sYou need not wait. I'm going to stay If this is the office. or head quarters of this place, I'll find whoever is in charge. Just put my trunk cn that pile of timber. Be careful, Oh. do be careful, That case contains m. typewriter, and it's more precious than gold! There-that's right. Now, what do owe you?'
 There was an answer and the cIink of money. and Sandry rose just as 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; it hung in diamond drops on the waving white aigrette that stood out from her small dark velvet turban in airy pride; it's cool freshness bloomed 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. l want to be taken in Do you think any ono i,, fhic daIiUbtfui pIaoo 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 l suppose l 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 a 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.
 "I 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 it is over there on your lumber pile along with my precious type writer It is tale of the lumber re- gion-and I've come out to work on the ground. Do you think l can find sanctuary
 Well see that you do," said San dry pleasantly, and you couldn't have struck a 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 nativity and her frank man. ner had established between them.
 Hungrily he watched her gather up her skirts 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, so potent in it's 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