Hyder weekly herald., 1932-11-12
Wild and Woody By DUFORD JENNIE
e by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate)
 (WNU Service)

ssNIOW look here, Dorothy" her
 V father said with a sudden con- | traction of his thick eyebrows, tout ] there against his plains and noun tains your western hero may have looked all right, but get him here in the East and facing finger-bowl and he wouldn't know what to do with i it. He'd probably drink the wa ter-'
 But I don't see"
 "I know you don't, Honey, but do. Just now, you won't think of these things, so your dad must. Anyhow, mother and I are going to invite him here, and we're all going to get good chance to look him over."
 Dorothy's feelings were mixed when she left her father. To see Maylan again-she had been plotting and scheming herself, but she had thought more of going out to his fa- ther's ranch again rather than hay ing him visit her aristOcratic home in the East. Now he was to come big, bronzed, handsome. What did she care if they made fun of him be- hind his and her back?"
 But her mood of quiet happiness in the news of his coming was marred by the attitude of her friends.
 "So the wild and woolly one Is coming, is he, Dora?" one of her friends asked. Il am crazy to see him. Is he bow-legged from riding too much? Do you suppose we could get him to give an Indian war whoop?"
 Hes not bow-legged! You people will drive me wild I want you to know he went to college one year, and then had to go back to the ranch because his father was injured, and he's got as big library there as any of us-bigger!" she argued.
 But even as she rose in his defense little quaking fears began to disturb her. He probably would appear un- couth among them and he would be at loss as to many of the proper ways of doing this and that.
 So into her inmost heart crept the shadows of an unhappiness that she could not drive away, but her thoughts were more of him than of herself.
 It almost seemed to her that her father was deliberately planning to make things difficult for Maylan. The gathering in his honor was to bring the blue blood of the suburban coun- tryside people who would be sure to note and enjoy blunders that some what uncultured man would make.
 The night of Maylan's coming ar rived. Her father was to bring him from the city with him.
 She could hardly keep still as she waited for the sound of the car. She was often at the window-so often that her younger brother broke in witl-"Sis, what's the matter with you. Gee, he must be some chap for you to act this way!'
 When he did come and she went to greet him, her first wild desire was to throw herself into his arms. but she knew her father did not think things had gone that far" So she checked herself and in that checking SHt H'tu tlIile IO HotlCe HOW ploiuiy he was dressed.- He seemed uncom- fortable. Only his eyes were calm and serene-and Dorothy knew she loved what lay behind the calm eyes. Her father led him away to his room.
 She dressed for the evening in a simple white dress that she knew would please him and went down from her room. The guests were ar irving, and she found herself busy greeting them.
 Suddenly stir among them made her turn. Down the broad stairs came two men; one white-haired, dis tinguished; and beside him, dark of hair and eye, serene, in evening clothes that fitted him perfectly; an- other, powerful of form and poised of bearing. Dorothy caught her breath as she saw him-Maylani
 Soon she was introducing him. He met her friends easily, with just trace of retiring shyness.
 Then, later through all the in- tricate courses of the intricate din- ner, he went without blunder. Under her gentle prOdding and the challenge of others, he told stories from the lore of his plains and mountains, tell