Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1919-11-13

| Copyright, lS1S western newspaper
Union)
With q sigh of relief, John Burrows
sank down beneath sheltering pine,
breathing In the clear mountain air.
/ Here his longing for solitude could
be realized In undisturbed quiet, with
the inspiration of ''the everlasting
hills" he might store mind and men,
/ DRY 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
In that IL it were his fortune to be-
come a celebrity, he would remain per
manently In isolation, rather than fol-
low the entertainment and adulatlOn
attendant upon such honor. Johns
friends had delighted to fete him. and
he was heartily sick Of 1t all. In the
opinion 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 find him q suitably aristocratic
wife. bis fathers usual pomposity
would become more impressive than
ever, Literally, John had run away;
q deserted cabin was to be his pres.
ent abode, a mountain guide installed
as cook.
John Burrows reveled In his free
dom as he lay looking up at the sky.
He wondered, idly, If he would ever
marry; SO many charming girls had left
him heart-whole and untroubled; he
fancied that love might be found near
er natures realm than in the haunts
of society. This setting, for instance,
would be aptly fitted for romance. His
gaze wandered to break in the I'M
derbrush beyond, then he stared in
charmed establishment.
i Holding back overhanging branches
with her small brown hands stood a
girl-such a girl! Eyes brown as any
wood nymph's, wide now, In startled
wonder; crimson lips parted above
even white teeth, girl more lovely
in her pink calico than the very love
Hest who had attended his studio teas
'sMaid or vision," murmured Bur-
rows smiling reassuringly, 'be not
afraid. If you intended passing this
way, come along"
The girl shyIy returned his smile
sT-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, 50 T."
$50 you thought you'd have look
at one" the artist laughed as he I'm
ished her sentence.
The girl nodded ingenuously and
seated herself on a fallen log, swing
ing her bare heels to and fro.
'TelI me-" she demanded, bout
that place whar you come from"
| Burrows told her Of great cities and
| their hum and noise, dellghting in bel
eager face. Then while the sun went
down behind the pines, the girl jumped
to her feet.
IT win dance for you" she offered
suddenly; her dark eyes twinkled back
at him. II dance with my shadow"
Motfonless the artist sat, lost in adj
miratlon. Laughing softly she ended
her dance before him.
''Good-by," said the girl, and waa
gone.
John Burrows thought about Ter all
the way down the lonely trail, thought
of her still as he 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 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
went 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 it 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.
Sue had grown white for a moment ;
then quickly she had kissed him, and
/. fed.
At the house designated as her home
he could learn nothing from the eou-
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-sacrifice caused little Sue to
hide herself away from him? Gloom
lily he considered the question as he
went through his mail. There were
complimentary tickets among the pile,
to see Jane Gordon, famous actress.
Across the ticket was written an I'M
olunnd Y7orraoo uplaoca anY,an