The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-04-06
CHAPTER VIII
A Neweomer Amona the PIne,.


One 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 NJ.
tls Office. heard a strange voice with
out.
"Oh. no." II was saying In fresh.
sweet accepts and the very tone said
East-"Ypu need not wait. I'm going
90 stay. Il this Is the Office. or head.
quarters Of this place. l'll find whoever
Is In charge Just put my trunk on
Chat pile Of timber. Be careful Oh.
do be careful! That case contains my
Typewriter and It's more precious than
gold! There-thats right. Now.
what do owe you?"
There was an answer and the clnk
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 a lot OF indulgence /
SRnt 10 be taken In. Do you think any.
gne in this delightful place will DO
~"
"The whole camp viii fight for the
privilege" promised Sandry rashly.
sailing in instantly with her bantering
cone and responding TO the frankness
af her smile. He watched her sit down
gracefully In the char that he hurried
" pulled forward. With the first
glimpse Of her the old nostalgia had
returned upon him and his heart clam.
pred for home.
"You are from New York" he said
simply.
"Yes. And suppose | must explain
At once. You westerner8 are so insist
snt 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
EhicF Is distinctive Of the vital WON.
An. the woman of strong and excitable
passions; II appealed 20 Sandry IN
stantly. so that thrill OF gladues6 ran
through him to his very finger tips
Il have written a few short stories
which hage been well received IN the
eastern magazines but they fail to sat
isfy me have my hrst novel drafted.
sud Il Is over there on your lumber
pile along with my precious type
writer II Is a tale of the lumber re-
gion-and I've come out to work on
the ground. DO you think / can End
sanctuary"
wen see that you do" said San.
sry pleasantly and you couldn't have
struck a better spot for local color any.
where In the Northwest We are e,e.
mental here. right down to the prIml.
hve. and we are swamped with at
oosphere You just come along TO
Ria Daily" he promised already using
che tone OF halfellow which their
sommon nativity and her frank man
ner had established between them.
Hungrily be watched her gather up
Der skirts and precede MIN up the No.
kle path TO the cook.shack. where Ma
Daily was already standing in the door
" take inventory Every little move
nent was so femiliar SO potent in It's
suggestion Of home.
Chatting lightly. the stranger STEP
ped up on the porch and smiled at the
9hito.haireu old woman
MA DAILY" said Sandry-he had
long since lost .he sense OF resentment
ct the family atmosphere OF the camp
this is Miss Ordway OF New York
. famous author-and she has come
West to 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
" and Sandry saw a scarce perceptihIe
change pass over her CHEEKY features
The vital blue eyes OF the younger
woman gave back the scrutiny with
perfect openness.
"Please uo Mrs. Daily she said in
Der sweet soic" Please msase do.