The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1918-11-22


per Syndicate.)
1t was typical summer hotel We
randa. At least so thought perspir-
ing and very much disguised young
man who looked up at 1t from the bot
tom OF the somewhat steep and very
dusty hill.
IAN Adamless Eden, I'll warrant"
he muttered.
Brown as young Indian from
weeks Of outdoor camp life, and COW
cred with dust and perspiration, GER
tainly no one would have recognized
in this very bedraggled young man
Max Harding, whose aristocratic moth
er was guest at the hotel on the
hill.
Scowling fiercely, he dragged his
heavy suitcase up the path, only to be
met at the veranda steps by POM
ally barred his further progress.
"Can't come up the front way, fell
leh." said the pompoug one.
"What the dev-." and then as the
full significance Of the servants re-
mark struck him, Max Harding burst
into . laugh.
| Maybe I can sneak ia through the
kitchen and get washed up before I
| greet the mater" he thought. eff she
ever catches me locking like this
Hello, whew-ew-ew," and he whis-
tied softly, for q remarkably pretty
girl sat directly in front Of the kitch-
en- door, Smelling peas-thus once
more blocking his progress.
"Have you a moment to spare" he
asked, removing his hat, and speaking
in his most engaging manner.
ST am sorry. but / haven't" said
the young woman, very promptly.
scarcely glancing up from her work.
/ ooh, ho.' thought he, mot much en-
thusiasm here. May show you some
of my waresr' with an expressive
glance In the direction Of the suit
case.
"You may not" said the young wom-
| an, just as promptly as before.
swell, do You mind Ii sit down on
the lawn a minute2" he hazarded for
his third venture.
'T do not" again responded the "fair
lady Of the peas" taking him In with
, one all-appraising glance.
SO Max sat down on the little plot
of grass In front Of the house, and
: leaned his head back against the build
/ ing, and closed his eyes.
!, sPoor fellow" thought the girl, her
sympathy aroused at last, 'he must
be pretty tired. I'm afraid l was
> rather sharp with him. Well, he looks
: dark enough for one of those Syrian
or Armenian peddlers, but he GER
: tainly doesn't talk like one. I'll just
e run in and get him a glass of rasp-
$ berry shrub. It'll cool him off before
n he goes"
She was back in a moment with a
glass of delicious looking liquid, and
tapping the young man on the Shout
: der, she offered it to him.
: "Here, drink this" she said. I'm
: sorry I couldn't stop to look at your
h wares. Have you made many sales
= tOday?" =.
"No, not one," answered Max, quite
truthfully, and he swallowed the re
! freshing drink with genuine apprecia
/ ton. Then, with many thanks, III
beat a hasty retreat around TO th'
r front of the house once more.
This time his mother was seated OF
the yeranda, and she greeted him Ell
- fusiyeIy. but he managed to make ne
IL understand that bath and some cieal
lie linen were the two most essenlla
ID things in his life at that particular me
Id ment, and so he escaped to ms rooih'
IN He descended about an hour latel
looking very different in his rwnlt
Aannels.. and his mothers pride snon
in her eyes as she greeted him.
"And. Max" she said, there's tn
1oveliest girl here. want you I
maet her. Her name is Anna CABOT
ny aNow. mother" he demonstrated.
i'll "But. Max, dear, this one is diffel
enti But wait-she's promised to s
n at our table tonight, and you'll see &c
ev yourself"
> .Well, no sign of your divinity We
mother" said Max, some minute
later. W0oH tucy udu oseAA 49,
re dinner; perhaps - hopefully -"sne
*, changed her mind"
g:l "No. here she comes" said Mr
= Harding. and straight to their tap
- came the lady OF his afternoons a
venture. J,
Lifting her eyes to acknowledge q
ls introduction, the color flooded into u
lot girls face, and her eyes asked Inn
ne merable questions as she recognize
I'm him.
,at aDo you know that Katie the co.
! left this afternvon? asked the q
of Mrs. Harding some moments iass
when she was herself again.
aw aGood gracious" gasped that iao
ON ssWho took her placer
ng 81 did" said the girl. quietly, mes
"a. uring glances with the young man 9
4tn posite her. .,aror
- .Why, my dear, aren't you cleVe[
Do exclaimed his mother, looking at q