Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-05-14

W through tne camp Single snoTt
street, fanked 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 II before. but he knew II to be
the woods-boss's home. for unlike Its
neighbors the house was painted with
the coarse red paint that IL used on
box-cars. while fence. made OF fancy
pointed pickets painted white. inclosed
tiny garden in front Of the house.
A Bryce came through the gate. 4
young girl rose from where she knelt
In bed OF freshly transplanted
pansies.
Bryce lifted his hat. us Mr.. Nc
lavish at homer" he asked.
She nodded. HE cannot see any
body" she fastened to add. Hes
ack."
II think he'll see me. And I wonder
n you're MORN hcTavlsh."
"YeA I'm Aoira,"
TIN Bryce Cardigan"
A look Of fright crept into the girls
syes. "Are you--Bryce Cardiganr
ahe faitered, and looked at him moro
loosely. "Yes. you're Mr.. Bryce You've
ci,anged--but then It's six years since
we saw you last. Mr.. Bryce"
He came toward her with outstretch-
% hand. "And you were little girl
when saw you last. Now-you're .
woman" She grasped his hand with
the frank heartiness of a man.
I'm twenty years DID," she informed
him.
"Stand right where you are until !
have looked at you" he commanded,
and backed OF few feet, the better
to contemplate her.
He saw girl slightly above medium
height, tanned, robust, simply gowned
IN gingham dress. Hor hands were
solled from her recent lsbors In the
pansy-bed. and her shoes were heavy
and coarse yet neither hands nor feet
were large or ungraceful. Her head
was well formed; her hair. Jet black
and of unusual lustrs and abundance.
was parted In the middle and held In
an old-fashloned coil at the nape OF
neck the beauty OF which was re-
vealed by the low cut of her simple
frock. Her nose was patrician. her
face oval; her lips. full and red, were
slightly parted In the adorable Oupid's
bow which Ia the inevitable heritage OF
a short upper lip; her teeth were
white as Parlan marble: and her full
breast was rising and falling swiftly,
rs II she labored under suppressed eI'
element.
SO delightful a picture did MORA
hcTavish make that Bryce forgot all
his troubles In her sweet presence.
by the gods. Moira," he declared
earnestly. you're peach When
saw you last, you were awkward and
leggy, like colt. I'm sure you weren't
a bit goodlooking. And now you're
the most ravishing young lady In sew
enteen counties. BY lingo, NORA
you're a sumner and no mistake. Ar,
you marriedf"
She shook her head, blushing pleas
urably at his unpublished but sincer'
compliments
''Whati Not married. Why, wha
the deuce can be the matter with thu
eligible young fellows hereaboutsr'
There aren't any eligible young Eel
lows hereabouts, Mr.. Bryce. And I've
lived in these woods all my life."
"Are you lonely. MoiraT
She nodded.
"Poor NORA" he murmured alb
sently.
The thought that he so readily I'm
derstood touched her; a CLINT OF tear
was In her sad eyes. He saw then
and placed his arms fraternally arount
her shoulders. "Tut-tut. NORA
Don't cry" he soothed her. II un
derstand perfectly, and OF course wei
have to do something about It. YOUR
too fine for this" With a sweep o
his hand he indicated the camp. "Si
down on the steps. Mora, and wei