Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-03-20

comfortable as I can-particularly if 1t will put you to any trouble"
 You're bound to scrap, eh?" he grinned. "But t takes two to build a fight, and I positively refuse to fight with you"
 He dragged the trunk back into the room. and came out carrying a great armful of masculine belongings. Two such trips he made, piling all his things onto a chair
 There !" he said at last. "That end of the house belongs to you, little per son. Now, get those wet things off be- fore you catch cold. Oh, wait a min- utel"
 He disappeared into the kitchen end of the house, and came back with a wash-basin and a pail of water.
 "Your room is now ready, madam, an 1t please you" He bowed with mock dignity, and went back into the kitchen.
 Hazel heard him rattling pots and dishes, whistling cheerfully the while. She closed the door, and busied herself with an inventory of the tenderfoot lady's trunk. In 1t she found every thing needful for complete change, and variety of garments to boot. Folded in the bottom of the trunk was a gray cloth skirt and short blue silk kimono. There was a coat and skirt, too. of brown corduroy. But the femi- nine instinct asserted itself, and she laid out the gray skirt and the kimono.
 For dresser Roaring Bill had fash toned wide shelf. and on 1t she found toilet set compiete-hand mirror, military brushes, and sundry articles, backed with silver and engraved with his initials. Perhaps with a spice of malice, she put on few extra touches. There would be some small satisfac- ton in tantilizing Bill Wagstaff-even if she could not help feeling that 1t might be dangerous game. And, thus arrayed in the weapons of her sex, she slipped on the kimono, and went into the living room to the cheerful glow of the fire.
 Bill remained busy in the kitchen. Dusk fell. The gleam of a light showed through a crack in the door. Tn the big room only the fire gave battle to the shadows. throwing a ruddy glow into the far corners. Presently Bill came in with a pair of candles which he set on the mantel above the fire place.
 By Jove!" he said, looking down at her. You look good enough to eat l! I'm not cannibal, however" he con- tinued hastily, when Hazel flushed She was not used to such plain speak ing. And supper's ready. Come on I"
 The table was set. Moreover, to her surprise-and yet not so greatly to her surprise, for she was beginning to ex- pect almost anything from this para doxical young man-it was spread with linen, and the cutlery was silver, the dishes china, in contradistinction to the tinware of his camp outfit.
 As cook Roaring Bill Wagstaff had no cause to be ashamed of himself, and Hazel enjoyed the meal, particularly since she had eaten nothing since six in the morning. After time, when her appetite was partially satisfied, she took to glancing over his kitchen. There seemed to be some adjunct of a kitchen missing. A fire burned on a hearth similar to the one in the living room. Pots stood about the edge of the fire. But there was no sign of a stove.
 Bill finished eating, and resorted to cigarette material instead of his pipe.
 "Well, little person." he said at last, "what do you think of this joint of mine, anyway"
 F. "Tve just been wondering" she re- piled. "I don't see any stove, yet you have food here that looks as if 1t were baked, and biscuits that must have been cooked in an oven."
 "You see no stove for the good and sufficient reason" he returned, "that you can't pack stove on horse-and we're three hundred odd miles from the end of any wagon road. With a Dutch oven or tw0-that heavy, round iron thing you see there-I can guar antee to cook almost anything you can cook on a stove. Anybody can if they know how. Besides, like things bet ter this way. If I didn't, I suppose I'd have a stove-and maybe hot-wa- ter supply, and modern plumbing. Az