Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1920-05-11


months. From her hanf his glance
rovcI over the girl. noting tho i'm
prov"lnents in h"r dress, and the way
the thick, wavy black hair was ptlcG
on top Of her shapcly head
st hadn't occurred to me before
MORA he said with bright imper-
sonal smile that robbed his remark of
all suggestion of masculine tlattery
"but it seems to me I'm unusually
glad to see ven, also. You've been fix
ing your hair different. Is this new
style the latest in hairdressing in Sc
quoia?"
81 think so. Mr.. Bryce. copied it
from Colonel Pennington's niece Miss
Sumner"
"Oh," he replied briefly. you've
met her have you? didn't know she
was in Sequoia still"
"Shes been away. but she came
back last week. went to the Valley
Of the Giants last Saturday after
noon
Bryce interrupted. you didn't tell
my father about the tree that was cut.
did yOu?" he demanded sharply.
mo"
Good girl! He mustn't know. Go
on, MORA. What was she doing in our
timber?"
"She told me that once, when she
was little girl you had taken her
for ride on your pony up to your
mothers grave. And it seems she had
great curiosity to see that spot
again"
"Pve met Miss Sumner three or four
times. That was when she first came
to Sequoia. She's Il stunning girl,
isn't she?"
'Perfectly. Mr.. Bryce. She's the
first lady I've ever met She's differ
ent"
mo doubt, Her kind are not a
product of homely little communities
like Sequoa. And for that matter.
neither is her wolf of an uncle. What
did Miss Sumner have to say to you.
Moira?"
''She told me all about herself-and
she said lot of nice things about you.
Mr.. Bryce, after I told her ! worked
for you. And she insisted that
should walk home with her. SO did
and the butler served us with tea
and toast and marmalade. Then she
showed me all her wonderful things
and gave me some Of them. Oh Mr..
Bryce, she's so sweet"
II can see that you and Miss Sum
ner evidently hit 1t off just right with
each other. Are you going to call on
her again."
"Oh. yes She begged me to. She
says she's lonesome"
II dare say she is, Mora. I'm glad
you've gotten to know each other. I've
no doubt you find life little lonely
sometimes"
Sometimes, Mr. Bryce"
"How's my fatherY'
splendid. I've taken good care Of
him for you"
"Moira. you're sweetheart Of q
girl. l don't know how we ever man
aged to wiggle along without you.'
Fraternally - almost paternally - he
gave her radiant cheek three light lit
tie pats as he strobe past her to the
private Office. He was in hurry to
get to his desk. upon which he could
see through the open door pile OF
letters and orders and a moment later
he was deep in perusal of them, oh.
livious to the fact that ever and anon
the girl turned upon him her brooding
Madonna-like glance.
That night Bryce and his father rs
was their custom after dinner, re-
paired to the library, where the
busting and motherly Mrs. Tully
served their coffee. John Cardigan
opened the conversation with con-
tented grunt:
81 believe you have something on
your mind"
Bryce clipped cigar and held a
lighted match while his father
"smoked up" Then he slipped into
the easy chair beside the old man.
"Well, John Cardigan" he began
eagerly. "fate ripped II big hole in oul
dark cloud the other day and showed
me some of the silver lining. I've been
making bad medicine for Colonel Pen
ningtOn."
whats i'm the wind, boy?"
Were going to parallel Penning
! tons lOgging-rOad."
"lnasmuch as that will cost close tC
thrcc-quarters of n million dollars, Tn