South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-07-16

It's just one big room with a
Mushroom adjoining. and this YER
anda." Dicky observed. as : climbed
the steps OF the broad veranda. and
exclaimed in delightful admiration
al the comfortable looking rustic
benches scattered about the veranda.
But when 1 caught sight OF the
immense fireplace inside. a wonder
ful FIRE OF logs blazing in its deep
throat, 1 lost all interest in the vcr-
anda, and rushed toward 1t with the
childish glce 1 always feel on seeing
big fireplace.
"OE. Dicky!" I exclaimed. Isn't
this wonderful? ?"
What always makes you so dairy
about a fireplace p" Dicky inquired
curiously. you always act as if
you were years old and expected
Santa Claus 10 come right down the
chimney. Not that the old boy
couldn't get down this one easily. at
that" he said, surveying the bis
opening critically.
If you'd been brough up over a
hole in the floor with hot air COM
ing up from a furnace when the fur
mace chose TO work. you'd be daily
about one. too" 1 retorted hotly. Il
always longed for a fireplace when
was child, but I never had
chance 10 live beside one until 1 was
grown up"
We'll. she shall always have a
fireplace as long as her husband can
hold a pencil and draw little pieces
for the papers. so she shall" Dicky
leased. slipping his arm around my
shoulders, but hastily taking it away
again, as a chorus Of obs and abs
sounded from the steps. A second
later a group Of tourists from the
other canoes filed into the room.
Dicky and I, with a lingering glance
al the antlered deer heads decOrat-
ing the walls, the big rustic table
strewn with magazines and smokers
COnveniences. and the comfortable
looking cots standing against the
walls. walked down the steps ard
toward the lining hall.
Dicky's nonsensical moods always
raise my spirits, no matter what de-
pressing influence may be near NE.
And even the sight Of the man nam
ed Tim, lounging on the boat land
ing with his face turned toward the
entrance of the dining hall, failed
10 Cypress me, as had my previous
glimpses Of him. After all, there
was nothing 10 be feared from the
man himself II was simply because
he was an emissary Of Grace Draper
. I~o.IaI i'm, or -
ing 10 him. And, l told myself. I
really had no warrant for believing
that he had any message for me or
any desire to see me- But l knew
that my tormenting curiosity, found
ed on my dread Of Grace Draper.
would make me seek an opportunity
TO put a single question TO him.
Better hurry a bit, old DEAR
Dicky admoni5hed. We've less than
the five minutes allotted us by Whist
ling Sam to get ready for dinner.
And our friends at the camp are
hurrying behind us 1 understand
it's point of honor at these dinners
not TO delay the service by a secInd.
Whistling Sans a temperament al
cook"
/ hurried accordingly. Washing
my hands and arranging my hair
and hat in a rustic Mushroom where
two or three other women were
primping. l joined Dicky and sat
down with him at precisely the mo-
ment and in the place Whistling
sam indicated.
I'll tell the world he's got 2 right
70 be temperamental," Dicky said.
as we finished one of the most de-
licious meals 1 have ever tasted in
my life And now, me for an in
terview with him. How about it
Want TO go along and listen TO my
spiel p"
grasped at the opportunity for
finding the man named Tim.
4 don't think I do 1 said. I'd
much rather go and sit on that love-
~ little veranda up there. But you
can't see him now He'll be too busy.
suppose you come out with me for
a stroll and a smoke, and then go
10 see him ?''
Sometimes you really have an
idea" said Dicky. as we left the din
ing room.
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