The Dolores star., 1918-12-06
In Tidy
Lane
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3, DOROTHY DOUGLAS
copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per 6yndicate)

ne her eager city-tired eyes grnsped
the vision Of Tidy lane with Its row of
small cottages neatly lining the street.
"Isp't 1t good to get a sniff of country
airl"
GLORIOUS! We both need n change
from city dust. ] get so sick Of the
office every day and cooped-lD fiat
every night. hope the cottage Is pos
s,hle-it will he so disappointing after
coming way out here in Long Island"
Helen Randolf absorbed deeply the
freshness of the avenue of shady trees.
She was tired. frightfully tired of the
strain of her editorial duties on one of
the big magazines.
Eyes, l hope so, but the cottage Itself
doesn't amount to much. / can make
anything in the way of shack com
Portable for us two SO long as there
are few walls and roof"
Both girls were eagerly scanning the
small houses In search Of No. 8.
Number nine must be the black
sheep that has wandered from the
fold" laughed Alice. 1.-THE tidiest part
of Tidy lane doesn't seem to have any
number nine. Oh could that darling
one over there possibly be itT
The advertisement for the small cot
tnge in Tidy lane had read SECLUDED
but not isolated"
Number nine certainly was Isolated.
II had rambled off the other houses in
the lane and found for itself seclu-
sion that made the hearts of the two
tired city girls jump with sheer JOY.
Number nine lay in the heart of a
small grove of pine trees and had set
lied itself down there for all the
world like bit of the landscape that
had been created, not built.
Its too good to be true" Helen said
as they made their way back to the
city to pack up and take the first train
they could manage back to Tidy lane.
81 love the way It's gone off by itself
and nestled in those smelly, healthy
pine trees"
And I shall have few chickens In
that little coop, and you will come
home tired every evening from the Of
flee and will be waiting for you with
good things to eat" Alice was delight
ed to the extent of child over big
blue-eyed doll.
81 hope you won't be lonesome all
day, dear. You know 1t will be Il
change for you from seeing so many
people In the city"
81 couldn't be lonesome If tried in
that cute little cottage and Tidy lane
villagers to study"
So 1t was that the two fast friends
found themselves happily ensconced
In number nine out in sunny, fragrant
Long Island.
Daily Helen RandOlf took the train
to the city and the editorial chair she
was filling while the editor was away
fighting for Uncle Sam. And each day
Alice Winter fitted more joyfully into
the small cottage with its quaint sur
roundings. The furnishings had been
a bit cold, but they were so no longer.
The garden had been tr1fle lacking in
color, but few geraniums and sweet
peas cheered it all up.
IHt oNItI VI lhe NoithS' h"N
gone with the American expeditionary
force to France. Alice realized that he
could not object to the few shrubs with
which she had ornamented the garden.
II hope he will come back to his coy
nest" she said by way of little
prayer for the soldiers safety.
You mustn't hurt your back digging
30 much" admonished Helen often
when some new shrub greeted her upon
her return from the city. you are
not accustomed to that kind Of work
my digging" she cried excitedly
the next evening when her pal re-
turned. "has unearthed mystery.
LcOk here!" She held up substantial
tin box. 81 started to put in that n.y.
drangea this afternoon and was prob
ing round for soft spot to dig in and
finding one I came upon this box"
Buried treasure? suppose it Is
some child's pirate box. We used to
bury them as children" Nevertheless
the girls were both interested.
Child nothing" exclaimed Alice
ITS full to the gaff of manuscripts.
Short stories. And look at the note
that was ON top!"
Helen took the quite newly typed
note and read its contents. Farewell
to fame. Mother raised her boy to be
soldier--nOt genius" The note was
signed "Philip Cheyne" and contained
no more information. The many rejec-
tion slips from all the New York maya
zines. however, told all the tale that
was necessary.
Poor KID" laughed Helen, her edi-
iorial brain busy with the contents OF
'he stories. She was skimming them
swiftly with ,he trained mind of n
reader. "Goosey," she said lovingly
to Alice, II suppnse you hadn't even
looked at these sto.res."
i wouldn't know good story from
bad one II I got ysur whole big