Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-09-28

MOUNTAIN SUE
BY AGNES G. BRoGAN.
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With sigh of relief, John burrows
sank down beneath sheltering pine.
breathing In the clear mountain air.
Here his longing for solitude could
be realized; In undisturbed quiet, with
the inspiration Of "the everlasting
hills,n he might store mind and menu
Dry with wonderful material of shade
and color for paintings TO come.
John Burrows was an artist, and his
attest canvas prosii6ed future success.
AS he lighted his pipe he mused GRIM
" that if 1t were his fortune to be-
come celebrity, he swould remain per-
n,anently In isolatier, rather than fol-
low the entertainment and adulation
attendant upon such honor. Johns
friends had delighted to fete him, and
he was heartily sick of it all. In the
opinion Of his own doting family, he
was already genius. Their wealth.
he reflected, had much to do with his
own achievement. His DEAR narrow
minded mother would be already look
Ing to find him suitably aristocratic
wife. His fathers usual pomposity
would become more impressive than
ever. Literally, John had run away;
deserted cabin was to be his pres
ent abode, a mountain guide installed
as cook.
John Burrows reveled in his free
dom as he lay looking up at the sky.
He wondered, idly, If he would ever
marry; so many charming girls had left
him heart-whole and untroubled; he
fancied that love might be found near
err natures realm than in the haunts
of society. This setting, for instance,
would be aptly fitted for romance. HIS
gaze wandered to a break In the I'M
derbrush beyond, then he stared In
charmed establishment.
Holding back overhanging branches
with her small brown hands stood
girl---such a girl Eyes brown as any
wood nymph's, wide now, In startled
wonder; crimson lips parted above
even white teeth, girl more lovely
In her pink calico than the very love-
Hest who had attended his studio teas.
"Maid or vision" murmured Bur-
rows smiling reassuringly, "be not
afraid. If you intended passing this
way, come along"
The girl shyly returned his smile.
"T-wasn't going nowhar," she con-
fessed. The quality of her voice was
low and thrilling. "Jake, he cooks fer
you. he told us bout you; strangers
don't much come our way, so +"
$50 you thought you'd have LOOK
at one" the artist laughed as ne fin
lshed her sentence.
The girl nodded 'ingenuously and
seated herself on a fallen log, swing
Ing her bare heels to and fro.
"Tell me-" she demanded, "'bout
that place whar you come FROM"
Burrows told her Of great cities and
their hum and noise, delighting in hel
eager face. Then while the sun wen'
down behind the pines, the girl jumped
to her feet.
81 will dance for you," she Offered
suddenly her dark eyes twinkled bacF
at him. 81 dance with my shadow"
MotIonless the artist sat- los( In ad
miration. Laughing softly she endet
her dance before him.
"Good-by," said the girl, and was
gone.
John Burrows thought about ter al
the way down the lonely trail, though
of her still as he sat in the starlight
Then he questioned Jake. Surely 81
beautiful a creature must be know
through all the mountainside. Jake'
information was brief.
"The girl lived in a clearing above
with an old couple moved from town
She called herself Sue--'Mountaii
Sue.'"
But each day as the artist sough
his chosen retreat, Sue was bound Il
appear. Sometimes she was there be
fore him, sitting on the fallen log
swinging her small heels sometimes
she kept him waiting until his sketche
went all awry and he savagely brok
the underbrush to watch for her.
John Burrows forgot all In the low
of a winsome mountain girl who's
garb was calico. When immediate
business made it urgent that he return
to the city, aforementioned; and oil
through that night he fought with nj
problem. Love triumphed. In tn
morning John Burrows went to Noun
tain Sue and asked her to be his wife
Her answer was as elusive as herself
Sue had grown white for a moment
then quickly she had kissed him, ant
fed.
At the house designated as her hom
he could learn nothing from the cou
pie who were its inmates "The cir
had gone away; she might come bacl
later" they said. "Now she wa
gone"
Burrows was obliged to return hom
without further word. Had some ide'
of self-sacrifice caused little Sue t
hide herself away from him2 Gloom
lily he considered the question as h
went through his mail. There wer'
complimentary tickets among the pile
to see Jane Gordon, famous actress
Across the ticket was written an I'm
signed message, "Please come"
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