Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-09-03


mis- minds eye ever since the knowl-
edge had come to him that he was
doomed to battle to a knockout with
Colonel Pennington, and that one OF
the earliest fruits OF hostilities would
doubtless be the loss of Shirley Sum-
ner's priced friendship. Well, he had
lost her friendship, but a still small
voice whispered to him that the loss
was not rreparabie-whereat he
swung his axe as a bandmaster swings
his baton; he was glad that he had
started the war and was now free to
fight it out unhampered.
Up hill and down dale he went.
Within two hours his long, tireless
stride brought him out into a clearing
in the valley where his own logging
| camp stood. tie went directly TO the
l0g-landing, where in a Istless and
ialf-hearted manner the loading GREY
were piling logs on Pennington's log
! ging trucks.
| Bryce looked az his watch. II was
two o'clock: ut two:fifteen Penning
tons locomotive would appear. to bach
in ana couple 20 the long line Of
trucks. And the train was only hall
loaded.
where's McTavish2- Bryce de
/ manded of the donkey-driver.
The man mouthed his quid. spat
copiously. wiped his mouth with the
back Of his hand. and pointed. "Up
at his shanty," he made answer, and
grinned at Bryce knowingly.
+ Up through the camps single short
street, flanked on each side with the
woodSmen's shanties, Bryce went. At
the most pretentious shanty on the
street Bryce turned in. He had never
seen 1t before. but he knew it to be
the woods-boSs's home, for unlike its
! neigbbors the house was painted with
the coarse red paint that is used on
boXcars, while fence. made of fancy
pointed pickets painted white. inclosed
a tiny garden in front of the house.
As Bryce came through the gate, a
young girl rose from where she lSnelt
IN bed Of freshly transplanted
pansies.
Bryce lifted his hat rs Mr.. Me
lavish at homer" he asked.
She nodded. "Ile cannot see any.
body" she FASTENED to add. Hes
sick"
Il think he'll see me- And wonder
II you're Molra Mcravish.~
Yes, I'm Moira,"
I'm Bryce Cardigan"
A look of fright crept into the girls
eyes. Are you--Bryce CardiganT'
size faltered, and looked at him more
closely. YES you're Mr.. Bryce. You've
ehanged-but then it's six years since
we saw you last, Mr.. Bryce"
He came toward her with outstretch.
ed hand. and you were little girl
when ! saw you last. Now--you're a
woman" She grasped his hand with
the frank heartiness of man.
I'm twenty years DID, she informed
him.
stand right where you are until
have looked at YOU" he commanded.
and backed off few feet, the better
to contemplate her.
He saw girl slightly above medium
height. tanned. robust. simply gowned
in bingham dress Her hands were
| soied from her recent labors In the
pansy-bed. and her shoes were heavy
and coarse; yet neither hands nor feet
were large or ungracefuI. Her head
was well formed; her hair, jet black
and of unusual lustre and abundance.
was parted in the middle and held in
an old-fashioned coil at the nape of
neck the beauty Of which was re-
veaied by the low cut of her simple
frock. Her nose was patriciau. her
face oval; her lips, full and red. were
slightly parted In the adorable Cuplds
bow which is the inevitable heritage OF
short upper lip; her teeth were
| white az Parian marble; and her full
breast was rising and falling swiftly
as If she labored under suppressed ex-
| element
SO delightful a picture did Molra
| McTayish make that Bryce forgot all
his troubles in her sweet presence.
by the gods. MORA" he declared
earnestly, "you're a peachI When /
saw you last. you we're awkward and
leggy. like colt. I'm sure you weren't
bit goodIooking. And now you're
! the most ravishing young lady in sew
enteen counties. BY lingo. MORA,
| you're a sumner and no mistake. Are
/ you mariiad?"
She shook her head. blushing pleas
urabiy at his unpublished but sincere
compliments.
"What7 Not married. why, what
the deuce can be the matter with the
eligible young fellows hereaboutsT
There aren't any eligible young fell
lows hereabouts, Mr. Bryce. And I've
lived in these woods all my life"
Are you lonely, MoiraT"
! She nodded.
"Poor MORA I" he murmured abb
! sently.
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