The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-01-24

plle1 upon her cot. She went to tie
door and closed it softly: then re-
turned to drop on her knees, throw
her arms wide across the accumula-
ton, bury her hot face against one
article after another and kiss each
In turnl
There Is every reason to enumerate
that pile of dry goods IL only to put
ON record for the benefit of the sport
ing world in general list that 1t took
many years to compile; two to decide
what was necessary; eight to deter
mine what of that wasn't. TO begin at
the bottom, there were two pairs Of
stout, brown, high, laced walking
boots; then, In rapid succession, six
pairs Of Isle thread stockings to
match; one pair of boys pig-skin put
tees; six dainty but sensible one-plece
undies of softest and whitest woven
cotton; three pairs Of khaki breaches
youths size) three khaki skirts, knee
length, buttoned with real buttons and
buttonholes all the way up the front
and all the way up the back (; four suits
Of pajamas, white madras, with silk
frogs and knobs; six khaki shirts 1.-TWO
breast pockets each) one belt; three
brown ties; one khaki-colored wooden
sweater; one macintosh. with hood;
two khaki jackets enormous pockets)
two black hair ribbons and one nut
brown tam-o'shanterl
There were also few assorted pack
ages, one or two of which even this
frank chronicle refuses to open. but no
harm can attach to the mention Of n
well-stocked housewife, an equally COM
plete toilet case, a bathrobe. pair
Of bedroom slippers, and long, nat
cardboard box that had been at the
bottom of the trunk, and which An
drea had as yet refrained from explor-
ing. On IL was written In a strangely
masculine hand: 1.-THE, Return Of the
Native"
She opened Il now and disclosed one
Of those adorable nlmy hybrid frocks,
q double cross between afternoon, eve
ming and elf.land wear; one set Of
crepe de chine lovelles; two pairs Of
silk stockings. one pair Of satin slip
pers. "And he said he's going to wear
khaki tonight" she moaned.
Is It necessary to state that she pres
emily got up OF her knees and begin
ming at the head Of the bed, started
to try on every last thing7 She did,
and che was only half through when
Bathtub knocked on the door and an
nounced "Scoii ready" Ne Invitation
<vxln asHl~ q.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed and rushed
for the utterly inadequate mirror.
Five minutes later her door opened
and she stepped out. slowly, like some
shy thing Of the forest. Flushed Of
cheek, brilliant OF eye, she walked to-
ward the man. Oh, big black bow
Oh, hair starting one way and going
| another, leaping u squared shoulder to
come to rest and rise and fall against
the rounded face Of firm young
breast Oh, vision! Oh, youth! Oh,
day and hour Of the gay heart! The
man looked and saw that her knees
were round, her legs straight. THANK
God" he murmured.
He was dressed as she was. tit for
tat, except for the big black bow and
the very short skirt; and, like her. his
hands We're thrust boy fashion, in the
side pockets OF his open khaki Jacket.
| AS she came close their eyes met and
smiled. II didn't put on the leggings."
she said shyly. II was as though in
changing back to ways and clothes
like those of childhood she had sud-
denly rid herself of the hardening
years between.
"You were right" said the man.
They're for the brush and when mos
quitoes are bad"
Her face lit with pleasure. you'll
let me so into the brush?"
"Never alone" he answered quickly.
"But you may go with me whenever
and wherever you like"
sand may still call you just White
Man? Somehow 1t seems impertinent
now"