The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1920-04-23

multiplied her notes were merrier ana
contents of boxes more varied. Mary
even sang snatches Of old college
songs to the unrhythmic humping Of
her "Mary-Liz" as she called her car.
AFTER Its mother and father" she ex.
planned whimsically. Her eyes grew
bright. her cheeks ruddy-brown and
her body strong, plant and steady Of
nerve. She who had a natural an
tipathy to firearms learned to handle
them with ease and accuracy and she
was looking forward with pleasure
to the opening of the wild duck sea-
son.
Then one Sunday she decided 1t
should be day of utter Incidence, so.
taking book, she departed for the
neglected bungalow. Humming to her.
self, she sat down in the accustomed
place and wrote little note, signed
and pushed 1t under the door.
In the lonely days she had written
many notes to the mythical occupant.
Some were pathetic In their attempt
| to be merry and philosophical, some
chided the Hunger for not being good
sport. "Why, look at me! Hero
/ am million miles from my kind.
and I'm going to see it through. I'm
| going to be an example for some other
poor suffering Soul or die in the at
| tempt"
oughly fit, that she merely wrote:
"WhO told you that I was Hunger,
anyway? M. M" and slipped 1t under
the door. With smile she Topped
her book open to place and settled
down to reading
Had she noticed that the tarps were
removed from the back windows, she
would not have been so shocked when
the door opened gently behind her.
She sprang from her seat, almost top
pling from the steps in her fright.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to
give you such fright" said the own
err Of the bungalow. And looking at
the last little note in his hand, then
at Mary; "but you are no more a
Hunger than 1 ami"
Her mind like flash ran back over
the contents of those foolish notes
did you-did you read them alp"
she asked weakly.
"Why, of course I did. Didn't you
write to me?"
"No, didn't" flared Mary warmly.
I didn't know you were in existence.
I wrote them to your house."
pardon me-" He bowed gravely.
"Miss NJ. NJ, please enter and be made
acquainted properly with my shack. I
am Bart Drummond, geologist-"
"Oh, are your" cried Mary. 81 am
Mary Minthorn, the old college room
mate of your sister Rhoda."
snow. who put the notion in your
head that you were lunger?" asked
Bart later, when they had visited over
mutual friends.
"Well, you remember that anti-tu-
berculOsis exhibit we set out? had
charge Of one section, and I worked
so hard and got so morbid that i'm
agined had every symptom ever heard
Of, so decided to run away ana not
contaminate my friends"
Eyes, and sister Rhoda has worried
herself sick about you, declared Bart,
reprovingly.
"Oh," murmured Mary contritely, 81
was selfish. But I had to work so
hard to keep up my courage that I had
not time to write"
Except to vacant bungalows"
laughed Bart. Mary blushed. wasn't
that silly?"
81 don't think So" Bart assured her.
'It was quite fortunate. The fact is,
I. was down here one night for some
tools, and the notes identified you.
came back today to find you. and I
wrote Rhoda who is coming on soon
to visit u.s."
The way he said "visit us" caused
the color to flame up in Mary's
cheeks. Rising hastily, she said: How
delightful! But I must be going or
I shall miss my dinner, and Sunday
dinner is an event at my boarding
place"
Bart got his hat, claiming the right
to walk along; then, of course, Mary
had to ask him to dinner. And some
how, since there were so few convent
ences at the bungalow, and Mary's
landlady more than willing, she had
to invite him to take all his meals at
her boarding house.
And it just naturally followed that
when Rhoda arrived on the scene the
tarps were removed from all the WIN
dOws and the bungalow furnished set
ting for very pretty little wedding.
Mr.. and Mrs. Drummond will live up
in the mountains closer to his work,
and though the bungalow is again
boarded up, they are more than will
ing to turn it over to any real or i'm
agined lunger who may come to that
part of Llano Estacado to regain health
and happiness.