Williams news., 1919-11-14
On Catamount Road By IZOLcA FORESTER
Copyright, 1919. by the Mcclure News
 paper Syndicate)

a motor somewhere along the hill road. Didn't they know, she thought, that no
 cars ever used it, that it zigzagged along the edge of the ravine with a sheer drop of two hundred and eighty feet to the bottom of the river? She rose, the tin pint pailS filled with. huckleberries dangling from q rope around her waist, and pushed back her hair to shade her eyes.
 'Say!" she called as loudly as she could. Say! Look out for the road !''
 She held her breath for an answer, but the hum of the motor drowned her voice, and as the low gray roadster swept around the bend, it hit broken place in the road, and was gone crash ing down into the tree tops before she could make a sound.
 So adventure and excitement became unexpected guests in Catamount val ley, and for weeks there lay in the Pendleton cabin woman with wide, sOmber, dark eyes and silent lips, who grOped her way back from the shadows almost respectfully.
 The chauffeur and two men had been taken up to- the hospital at Kingsley. Audrey heard that one of them died. Mrs. Stewart had not seemed interest ed when she told her this, nor had she even asked which one. Audrey hoped privately it wasn't ;-e young one with the curly blond hair and little short cropped mustache iE the army uniform. There had been only two boys to go out from the valley to wear khaki, and she felt an added interest in this young T xl..> perils of war to become acquainted with death in CatamOunt ravine.
 Then one day, when she was helping Mrs. Stewart to slip into a negligee and try to sit up awhile, she turned over folded leather case in her small Ter suitcase. It opened and she saw photograph of the same face. only younger, and this time it's owner wore yachting clothes. Mrs. Stewart glanced at her as she bent over it historically.
 >''Was he the one?" she asked in a hushed tone, and her fingers twisted the knotted fringe of the white cover- lid
 'Why, I don't know" Audrey an- swered eagerly. '1 liked him best. The old man swore terribly when they were carrying him, and this one never said a thing and they had to get him up with ropes.'
 Mrs. Stewart snuddered. She tried to put from her the reality of that last drive that was to have ended in final fty so different to the one that over- took them all. Ivan had been very silent. She had told him when they left Kingsley that she would give him his answer before they reached their destination. And Dick had sat with her in the back, talking and laughing all the way on the last stretch. never dreaming how, in his joy of youth he was turning her from the thought of marrying simply for money and the rest from eternal. worry They had passed mountain shacks along the way, and she had looked at them with curi- ous eyes. Could women be happy in such places with only love?
 It was the fourth week when he came, the young one, as Audrey always called him to herself. It had been the chauffeur who had died. he toli them. MT. Radinoff was doing well, in fact intended returning to New York on Monday and sailing the following week. Mrs. Stewart never even colored at his news, and Audrey wondered which one she cared for.
 Then followed weeks of enchant- ment. Mrs. Stewart had insisted on making the journey back to the city for special treatment. she said, and while she was gone Dick Granger stayed at the cabin. Her father liked m fo to talk to, and Dick liked to go over his collections with him and help him. It was such an old story to Audrey she never realized what d strange life they led up on the side of Shamokin mountain, she and the old scholarly naturalist.
 Its just always been this way" she told Dick. T was born right here, and my mother died here. Hove 1t all, and I've been away to school twice, but I always long to come back It's so free, don't you know? Why, your car was the first that has ever come over our road. Everybody knew how dan gerous it was. It's lucky you're alive"
 Isn't it?" Dick smiled down at her standing six feet two in his lieutenant uniform. Do you know, wish could always stay here now. I haven't any real home. My people were New York CTS, but my mothers married again, and I'm rather the odd gosling. I used to wish when we were coming back that I had some one who was waiting for me 'over here"
 "Wasn't-" Audrey checked herself. Possibly Mrs. Stewart would not like to have her use her name. But Dick caught the inference and shook his head.
 She's never thought of me twice seriously. RadinOff can give her every