The Ely miner., 1930-08-08

travels: then he would sing tft- ii.tii.
~ old folk songs and The plainiivt
hymns he had been tanghi by his
mother. his clear. rich tenor CARRYING
tlie melody sweeily into the early
evening air. II WAS on one Ot fhesi
Sundays that the Fairleigh camp had
the visitor-Andrew Leonard of New
York and Cape Cod-gloved. hatted
musiached. in very smart maroon
roadster driven by a colored chauffeur
His clnthes spoke eiOquenlly OF Fiftn
avenue and Jim Fairleigh in his sofi
shirt with collar open AT the neck
tWeed knickers heavy shoes looked
incongruouS beside the city visitor
Andrew Leonard was frankly bored
and refused an invitation to stay to
sur per. He had just come up TO set
how Janet WAS, 10 bring messages
from her family: her mother desired
that she plan TO come To the Cape before
the season was entirely over. and to
see what she was really doing and
If she was happy.
"Of course ! am happy. Andrew
Tell mother that, and also tell her
will NOT he hack in time to go TO the
II e seashore. am going to stay un,
ill the camp breaks up
Jim Fairleigh stood beside her In
the road IGd watched the maroon
roadster disappear Never envied
,,if Fol
in"ly. until met you. | knew right
away that you were accustomed 10
parl0r trickS-but ] have been SO
busy working and living-that is. what
| call living, haven't had time to
polish up much. Maybe. If mother
had Iived-Pm sorry now"
The week before the camp broke up
he asked Janet To come to his cabin
for lunch. She was to bring delicate
little Tim Reilly and crippled Martha.
He met them on the porch. an apron
fied about his waist. spocn in mis-
hard. On the threshold Janet stopped
short. The long living room was fin
ished in redwood. the massive stone
fireplace at one end fanked by we'll
filled bookcases On white bear rug
before the hearth collie stretched
its yellow length and there were
warm-toned rugs reading lamps coin
Portable chairs. piano. and good
prints on the walls.
Lovely, perfect" exclaimed Janet.
why haven't you invited me here be-
fore, Mr.. Jim? II is beautiful"
"Why haven't invited you here be
foreT' he repeated softly. IL
couldn't because knew if were ia
see you where ! have visualized you
so often | couldn't keep from telling
you what is in my heart. and IL
mustn't do that. You see." and he
smiled down at her winsomely. little
Tim pressed close against his shoul,
der. 81 couldn't ask you to overlook
my lack of parIor tricks"
Miss Janet Summers of New York
and Cape Cod SAT before her dressing
table an exquisite cOrsage of orchids
in her lap, reading the small card at
tached to the lavender tulle.
"If you wear these tonight | will
know your answer will be-what |
hope it will be.
ANDREW" ..
She looked at the lovely silver eve
ming frock on htr bed; at the silver
slippers on her feet, and then she
closed her eyes. She was back in that
redwood-lined camp al Lake o. Pines.
yellow collie lay before the fireplace
and fine blue eyes smiled down at her
from beneath shock of unruly Lair
and instead of the delicate-toned bios
SONS before her hand careSsed rude
bouquet of sweet william, phlox. spicy
nasturtiums and pansies.
"Lizette. want 70 send a telegram
quick and will you pack my trunk?
Just my camping toys and sports
dresses. l4iZette. and heaps of aprons
And you can put these orchids in wa
ter. am moi wearing them tonight"
On the telegram she wrote:
'Don't care about parlor tricks. You
are all that counts. Coming toinor
row.