The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1918-12-27
The AUTHOR
BY MILDRED WHITE.

ben Janice stepped from the train.
looked about In dismay. Evident
be station agent had but waited
lhe $50 to arrive. before closing
flee and departing. One solitary
shone from the window Of the de-
d waiting room, and no village
pr auto, was in sight.
ben last she had visited this pic
que country, 1t had been summer
and the coming Of the evening
signal for the outpouring of
and various gay carts, to meet
ing guests. Janice had not stop
in her sudden resolution, to con-
the difference between summer
zero weather In the country. It
Characteristic, that as soon as her
0se was formed, she had followed
!. The managing editor had been
to suggest 1t. Ell
ghy don't you," he had said, "seck
some noted author and ask a trial
ustrating his work? You are too
for a syndicate"
ID aglow with enthusiasm, Janice
picked out the author-victim, and
Pned on his trail. A mere notice
De society column Of the morning
r, directed her to the isolated spot
Fe she had been wont to 60 for ma
study during an earlier and more
porous time.
ON MacDougall." the noted Scotch
pr, so the paper said, had retired
bungalow in Wayne county, to de-
himself to his forthcoming book"
bungalow in Wayne county, Janice
knew.
pice picked up her suitcase and
led to the rear where showed the
light OF a lantern attached to a
sleigh wagon, upon which a
ed figure was loading certain
boxes.
Fe you going up hill?" Janice ask
IN.
thout ceasing his work the man
v answered in the affirmative.
expected to find the village bus"
drl went on, sit isn't here. Could
AIRY up my suitcase"
moment he paused. "Going
Tx up yourself?" he asked.
pice laughed. "Why, rather than
hat" she said, ''I'd ride up with
man was not encouraging.
Fe's no seat in the Sleigh" he OBJ
Il have to drive standing up"
b surly disobligement could be
. but one way. Lightly Janice
red her suitcase into the wagon.
sit on this box" she said.
will pay you for your trouble"
dded.
Ell right" the driver mumbled.
pre her old-time boarding place
ew rein at her direction, Janice
b. to the suitcase. "Carry it In
III, please" she said, and pressed
into his palm.
" upon the following morning
rs up and on her way to the glis.
wood.
ce's hands were too cold to make
han rough outline Of her study,
he stood silently committing its
to memory. Presently through
k in the trees came her drivers
ure. He wore a red sweater and
ce showed a days growth of
in his arms he carried some
ming" he nodded, and stood de.
ELY looking at the sketch in her
Pretty" he said at last.
he smiled, "Well," she agreed,
n be-"
hidden light flashed into his
eyes. "You do this often?" he
girl nodded. 81 make my living |
ay," she said.
you know anything of Mr.. Mac.
the author?" she asked. "In |
g things back and forth from
Ition, have, you met him at any |
man answered slowly. II was
g his books and his typewriter
Re last night" he replied, "and
bgs are for his fireplace"
haps you can tell me, them" she
o, "when / should be most like
nd him at home. / wish to see
q business"
Eness?" the man repeated; his
rs perplexed. HE writes books,
fou-" he pointed to the sketch
p those"
be nodded; musingly she spoke
gh answering her own thought:
quires pictures for his books.
=" she threw out her arms to
trees, II understand nature as
it,"
nan said quickly: "MacDougal
at home at three this after
He hesitated. "Now. II you'd
ride back" And once again
rode through the wintry land
mis- time with a fur robe for a
H.