The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-03-25


er. But 1t made me very uncom.
Portable. and realized there was
nothing to do but compromise. We
must take what We can get in this
world. my dear Miss Dwight, and
be thankful for candle when We
cannot have the sun"
And Cora, feeling unaccountably
saddened. summoned the others to
her room and told them OF Madame
Lattiany's announcement and re.
quest, Some gasped with aston.
lshment and delight. others we're
darkly suspicious, but all gave
their word unhesitatingly to "for.
get it" while they were in camp.
Those that regarded Madame Eat.
tiany as the most fascinating WON.
an they had ever known, but also
as an intrigante of dark and wind.
ing ways. made a mental reserva.
ton to "say a few things to
Clavey" before he had time to buy
his ticket for the Dolomites.
Mary. having accomplished her
purpose. swept the whole thing
from her mind and looked about
her room with pleasure. The walls
were ceiled with a wood tina.
cleaned like gold in the candle.
light. and gave out a faint scent
OF the forest. On the bare floor
were two or three small rugs,
there were pretty blue counter.
panes on the beds. and blue cur
tains on the small windows. II
looked like a young girls room
and was ipdescribably, sweet and
fresh. Her own room at her ia.
Tiers camp, on another lake many
miles away. had been not unlike
it. Moreover, 1t was pleasantly
warm. for the caretaker had made
fire In the furnace the day be.
fore. A window was open, and she
could hear the soft lap OF the
water among the lily pads, bu,
there was no moon and she could
see nothing but a dim black wal!
on the opposite shore. And tn,
silence! II might not have been
broken since the glacial era, wher
mighty masses Of ice ground thes,
mountains into permanent form
and the air was filled with tho
roaring horrors Of desolation. But
they had gone, and left infinite
peace behind them. That peace
had endured for many thousand.
OF years and 1t was unimag.nab,.
that any but the puny sounds o;
man would disturb that vas. ro
pose for thousands of year, t,
come. The peaks of those OIL:
Adtrondacks. their quiet lakes
their massive forests, looked a.
deathless as time itself. 9TH :
Great North Woods" could no
have been more remote from, mor
scornful OF the swarming cite,
called civilization. II they hal
been on another star.
Luxury in camp did not extend
to hot water in the bedrooms, par.
ticularly as Mr. Dinwiddie had had
no time to assemble corps Of
servants. and as Mary washed her
face and hands in what felt Ike
melted ice, the shock made ,Aer
Jingle and she would have liked TO
sing. .
A deep bell sounded. Doors fev
open up and down the corr:t5-
which was Immediately flied with
an eager chatter. Rollo Todd
stamped down the stair s;ns.nc
"Oh. Hunger. Sweets Hunger!" The
others took 1t up in various keys
and when Mary went down a mu
ment later they were all swarmias
about the dining table at the esd
OF the living room.
This room. which was fully flftv
feet long and half as wide, was lit
by lamps suspended from the cell
ing and heated by an immense fire.
place in which logs. that looked
like half-sections ofsot1ees. were
blazing In a pile as high as small
bonfire. The walls were cefle:
and decorated with antlered deer.
heads. woven bright Indian blank.
cts, snapshots Of Mr.. Dinwiddie's
many guests. and old Indian weap-
ons. In one corner. above a divan
covered with gay cushions, wera
book-shelves filed with old novels.
A shelf had been built along or
side OF the room for fine specimens
Of Indian pottery and basket weav.
ing. The comfortable chairs were
innumerable. and there was an.
other divan, and a victrola. The
guide had filled the vases with bal.
sam. whose pungent odor blended
with the resinous fumes Of the.
burning logs: and through the
open door came the scents OF the
forest.
Ideal place for everything bu.
spooniRg." cried Todd. 1.-THE wood
and the lake are all right in flne
weather. but what do you expect
US to do II It rains, mine host?
D'you mean to say you haven't any :
little retiring rooms?" !
mot a thing unless you retire
to the gun room. but who comes up
to the woods to spoon in the
housef".
"Rolly never spoons. anyhow"
announced Eva Darling. whose
blue eyes, however, were languish.
Ing toward the table. But f
makes him unhappy to think he
can't burst in on som melody"
Hold your tongue. Evy. You
don't know what you're talking
about Because I'm quite insensi-