Perth Amboy evening news., 1918-11-22
MOUNTAIN SUE
BY N q. sRoeAN


4 2UUK GOWN DCtfCAln o4EAAaAt k'p
| breathing In the clear mountain air.
Here hts longing for solitude could
he realised: In undfsturbed quiet, with
the inspiration Of "the everlasting
hills" he might store mind and MEM
ory with wonderful material of shade
and color for paintings to come.
John Burrows was an artist, and his
latest canvas promised future success.
As he lighted his pipe he unused grim
Nv that if II were his fortune to be-
come n celebrity. he would remain per
mnnently In Isolation. 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 1t oil. In the
opfnion Of his own doting family. he
was already q genius. Their wealth.
he reflected. had much to do with his
own achievement. HIS dear, narrow
minded mother would be already look
ing to ind him q suitably aristocratic
wife. His fathers usual ~pomposlty
would become more Impressive than
ever. Laserally. John had run fway;
n deserted cabin wns to be his pres
ent abode, q mountain guide installed
as cook.
John Burrows reveled In his free
dom as he lay looking up at h sky.
He wondered, idly, IL he would ever
marry; 50 many charming girls had left
him heart-whole and ~untroubled; he
fancIed that love might be found near
: CT natures realm than I'm the haunts
/ of society. This setting, for instance,
would be aptly fitted for romance. His
gaze wandered to q break In the I'M
derbrush beyond, then he stared In
charmed establishment
Holding back overhanging branches
with her small brown hands stood a
| girl-sueh a grill Eyes brown as any
wood nymph's, wide now, In startled
wonder; crimson lips parted above
even white teeth. a girl more lovely
in her pink calico than the very love
Hest who had attended his studio teas.
"Maid or v~isfon," murmured Bur-
rows smiling reassuringly, "be not
afraid. II you intended passing this
way. come along"
The girl shyly returned his smile.
"I-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 a look
at one," the artist laughed as he fin
ished her sentence.
The girl nodded ingenuously and
seated herself on q 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 her
eager face. Then while the sun went
down behind the pines, the girl jumped
to her feet.
81 will dance for you" she offered
suddenly; her dark eyes twinkled back
at him. II dance with my shadow"
Motionless the artist sa-, lost I'm adj
miration. Laughing softly she ended
kher dance before him.
"Good-by," said the girl, and was
gone.
John Burrows thought about Yer all
the way down the lonely trail. thought
Of her still as hs sat In the starlight.
Then he questioned Jake. Surely so
beautiful a creature must be known
through all the mountainside. Jake's
information was brief.
1.-THE girl lived in a clearing above,
with an old couple moved from town.
She called herself Sue-Mountain
Sue"
But each day as the artist sought
his chosen retreat, Sue was bound to
appear. Sometimes she was there be-
fore him. sitting on the fallen log.
swinging her small heels; sometimes
she kept him waiting until his sketches
wen all awry and he savagely broke
the underbrush to watch for her.
John Burrows forgot all in the love
of a winsome mountain girl whose
garb was calico. When immediate
business made 1T urgent that he return
to the city, aforementioned; and all
through that night he fought with his
problem. Love triumphed. In the
morning John Burrows went to Noun
tain Sue and asked her to be his wife.
Her answer was as elusive as herself.
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then quickly she had kissed him, and
fed.
At the house DESIGNATED rs her home
he could learn nothing from the cou-
pie who were Its inmates. "The girl
had gone away; she might come back
later" they said. "Now she was
gone."
Burrows was obliged to return home
without further word. Had some idea
Of self-sacrifce caused little Sue to
hide herself away from him7 Gloom
lily he considered the question as he
went through his mail. There were
complimentary tickets among the pile,
to see Jane Gerdon. a famous actress.
Across the ticket was written an un-
signed message. "Please come"
Burrows did not try to place the
donor; he went to the play. hoping to
make short q troubled evening.
"Jane Gordon" the celebrated act
ress. was playing "Sue az the Noun
tain" q feature of which would be her
famous shadow dance. And Of course
Jane Gordon was Sue, his little Suei