Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1924-08-28

advise trying out the new cook. II
really depends on how hungry you
are"
I'm hungry enough to eat my
boots" the Irish girl announced
promptly.
80 am l. Let's stay--k our hosts
won't object" Joyce added.
I'm quite sure they won't" XII
ineny replied dryiy. "Ali right A
camp breakfast It L."
SIN going to help you" Moys told
him.
"Of course. You'd better wash the
dishes M soon as we get hot water.
They're probably pretty grlmy."
He stepped into the cabin and took
OF his coat. Moya rolled up her
sleeves to the elbows OF her plump
dimpled arms. Miss Seldom lowered
about helplessly and wanted to know
what she could do.
The miner had not patched" In the
hills for gears without having learned
how TO cook. His biscuits came to the
table hot and faky. his bacon was
done TO q turn. Even the chicory
coffee tasted delicious to the hungry
guests.
With her mllk-white skin, her vivid
crimson lips so exquisltely turned.
and the superb vitality OF her youth.
Joyce bloomed In the sordid hut like
q flower In rubbage heap. 10 her
bronzed vis-a-vis II seemed that the
world this morning was shimmerlng
romance. Never before had he en-
joyed a breakfast half as much. He
and Miss Seldom did most OF the talk
ing. while Moya listened. the star flash
In her eyes and the whimsical little
smile on her lips.
Joyce was as gay rs lark. She
chartered with the childish artless-
ness that at times yelled her sophisti-
cation. Jack was given TO understand
that she loved TO be natural and sim
pie, that she detested the shams Of
social convention to which she was
made to conform. Her big lovely eyes
were wistful In their earnestness as
they met his. II was not wholly q
pose with her. For the moment she
meant all she said. A delightful ex-
element futtered her pulses She
was playing the game she liked best.
moving forward to the first skirmIshes
Of that sex war which was meat and
drink to her vanity. The man at
tracted her as few men ever had.
That unthin, ra,,la ca,,.a 90 a. hayanA
the satisfaction of the hour did not
mitigate her rest for the battle.
They were still at breakfast when
one OF the Cornishmen pushed open
the door and looked In. He stood
looking down on them sullenly with
out speaking.
"want to see me. PealeT asked
Kilmeny.
did / say I wanted to see 'eeY' de.
handed the other roughly.
Better come In and shut the door
The airs chilly"
The battered face Of his companion
doomed over the shoulder OF peale.
To Kilmeny II was plain that they
had come with the idea OF making
themselves disagreeable. Very likely
they had agreed TO force their COM
pany upon the young women for
breakfast. But the sight OF their
dainty grace. together with Jacks
cheerful invitation. was too much for
their audacity. Peale grumbled some
thing inaudible and turned away.
slammlng the door as he went.
The young miner laughed softly.
II he had shown any unwillingness
they would have pushed their way In.
His urbanity had disarmed them.
They're not really bad men. you
know--just think they are" he ex.
planned casually.
I'm afraid Of them. I don't trust
them" Joyce shuddered,
well. I trust them while they're
under my eye. The trouble with men
Of that stripe Is that they're yellow.
A game man gives you q fighting
chance. but fellows OF this sort hit
while you're not looking. But you
needn't worry. They're real tame
citizens this morning"
"yes. they looked tame" Moya an
swered dryly. $50 tame I'm sure
they'd like to cruelty you"
II daresay they would, but In this
world a man can't get everything h,
would like. I've wanted two or tire,
pleasures myself that didn't get"
His game happened TO turn towart
Joyce as he was speaking. He hat