The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1916-11-25
|MARJORIE'S NIGHT LETTER
BY CATHERINE cRANMER.

ern city on q not August afternoon.
She had thought that New York could
get hot until she walked across the
streets of this overgrown young city
and felt the blistering heat of the tar
that oozed from the wooden blocks
used as street paving. She regretted
having decided to stop even a few
hours there on her way to the Rocky
mountains.
Roger Davis, her first sweetheart,
had gone to this city five years before
to practice law, and Marjorie had CIV
en- him her promise not to become en-
gagged to another until Rogers first
years work either proved or disproved
his professional mettle. The promise
had been easy, but a gay social sea-
son and a trip to Paris and European
watering places the next summer
dimmed the memory Of Roger, and her
letters gave him so much evidence Of
her growing indifference that he re-
Trained from pressing his suit lest the
Indifference change to dislike.
AS her train sped across the harvest
fields of the Middle West, and drew
near to the city where Roger lived,
Marjorie began to feel a desire to see
this place. Gas she crossed the street
in the shopping district, however, the
hot tar almost melted her sentiment
and the city. She went into a de-
partment store to avoid the heat out
side. AS she entered an elevator to 90
to the tea room on the top floor, two
young girls in smartly-tailored linen
suits preceded her.
"She must possess some hidden
charm beside that lovely country place
tucked away among the elms," said
n girl. with a smile.
Hidden? Not at all. At least not
hidden from Roger Davis, who has
been the family lawyer for two years,
with every chance to know the inan-
cial charms of the only daughter. It's
no wonder If they wed" The speaker
was obviously proud of her blase
speech and manner.
Leaving the department store, she
crossed the street and entered a bank
to have a travellers check cashed. AS
she left the window after receiving her
money, she became conscious that a
man was standing near her, with his
hat In his hand.
Marjorie I" exclaimed the man, and
a quere. trembly sensation took pos
session of her as she looked into the
honest gray eyes of Roger Davis and
felt the pressure of his strong hand.
Roger" she said, weakly, like an
echo of his own greeting.
I'm wondering what luck has
brought you here" said Roger, as they
moved toward the door.
ut wasn't luck, 1t was-well, really,
I hardly know" said Marjorie. 81
merely stopped for a glimpse of this
city. But tell me how you manage to
live In this terrific heat?"
And this from a New Yorker?" Rog-
er shook his head ruefully. but come
with me and I'll show you the city's
beauty spots and the loneliness Of its
environs. How long will you be here?"
Until eight o'clock this evening"
~WeIl have just time to end our
sightseeing trip with dinner at the
Country club. Come !" said Roger en-
Enthusiastically.
Marjorie forgot the heat of the city
and she TO cot the disagreeable words
she had heard in the department store
elevator until reminded of them by
Roger.
THAT house on the hillside over
there is the Films, the home of Miss
Andrews. a client of mine" he said,
and Immediately Marjorie knew that
the lovely, rambling house almost hid
den by great elms belonged to the
plain but wealthy girl referred to in
mat conversation In the elevator
Marjorie abruptly changed the SUBJ
Ject. These hours with Roger had
made her yearn for a return Of their
FORMER close friendship, and perhaps
Tor even more than that.
Ihey had to take chances with a
motor cop to make Marjorie's train.
AS they hurried through the station
Roger secured the evening newspapers
from an alert newsboy. He gave the
papers 10 hiafJorie wnen ne nad seen
her seated in her section of the sleep
er. A headline on the outside page
caught Marjorie's eye.
us that the Miss Andrews whose
home We passed?" She pointed to the
announcement of the heiress' engage
ment to an Eastern man, and waited
eagerly for Rogers reply.
The very one," said Roger, scan
ming the item, land the man she is to
marry is a brick"
Then II wasn't true what they
said?"
What wasn't true, dearf" Roger
caught the eagerness of her voice.
mat you are going to marry her
Tor ner money" with quick emphasis.
hou ought to know that I'm going
IN marry M a4w1