Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1934-02-22
Man From the
North
By TESS FULTON
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
wNU Service

Darling, here's chance for one
of your Internal practical jokes" she
suggested. her cold eyes hiding in
their darkness a faint twinkle. That's
from Allan Dyer. met him last sum-
mer up North. He was good looking
enough but bit rusty In appearance
said he was camping on the lake
and he looked it; and besides, he was
poor. The man who interests me Is
the boy who can pay the walters
check without looking as If he Won
dered how much II left him."
Carol smiled as she picked up the
letter. your bright idea, icy one. Is
for me to carry on your correspond
ence with him: is that it?"
He writes an interesting letter. and
you can string him along; and when
i 60 up there next year, ! can have
him to play around with"
"Polly, you're hpartless!"
"Mebbe so. little one. but this Is
heartless age"
Carol unused over the letter. 1t was
chatty and interesting, and suddenly
she decided to answer 1t. Polly in
formed her. Immediately. that Allen
had never seen her handwriting, so
the hoax would work.
Carol wrote the reply, employing
some of Polly's characteristic phrases,
amused and pleased herself at the way
her letter shaped itself.
ovso In
and Carol learned something Of his
life 1t seemed he was working in
lumber camp. and the letter told Of
his life there.
The letters began to interest her
keenly, although she took care to keep
the discovery from Polly who found
the letters only mildly interesting and
soon stopped reading them.
Slowly a personal note crept into
the letters. Before she realized it,
the same mood was upon her.
Heres a nice situation" Carol
told herself one evening. Writing
Polly's letter to chap who evidently
Is thinking Of her tenderly. while I'm
beginning to think Of him the same
way! I'll drop him."
But she found 1t much easier to say
II than to do 1t.
Polly left for a two weeks trip for
her firm. and with her bright, some
what cynical presence absent from the
room, Carol found II easier to dream
and muse over the man to whom she
was writing.
Polly had been gone only few days
when Carol went to the door to learn
from the maid that "A man from the
North" would like to see her.
Carol was stunned "But she isn't
here. Kate!"
Kate grinned. HE said IF Polly
wasn't here, he liked to see any friend
of hers"
Carol thought moment. "Send him
up, Kate" she said with decision, but
her mind was futtering.
Carol went to the window. A long,
powerful-looking roadster was at the
curb. 1T can't be Allan" she told
herself.
The door opened into their living
room. and a man. brown Of face, and
almost filling the doorway. faced her.
I'm sorry to learn that Polly Is
away, but glad that you are here" His
gray. fine eyes were friendly. you
see, I'm right from the woods. hungry
for a good time, and hope you will
run around with me a little-some
plays. dances. etc"
Carol laughed inwardly as she
thought of the joke on Polly.
They did play around-a gay, gor-
geous week. He seemed to have plenty
Of money that he spent freely but
wisely, and he certainly was good COM
pany.
"Oh, this is awful" Carol moaned
one night, as she tossed her evening
dress aside. I'm In love with him
and he's in love with Polly! And
when Polly gets here-Goshl what a
mix-up!"
She saw no solution. but one came
the next evening. They were at a
corner table In one of the delightful
places he knew. He had been musing
q bit.
"Carol. l was lonely up North at the
camp. You see. my father owns the
business, and ! was up there winning
back after a bad dose of pneumonia.
The letters that came. so CHEEKY,
amusing. pulled me out of dark hours !;
I made up my mind that the girl who
wrote them should play with me and
be with me all the rest OF my life. Now
are you willing?
Carol ceased to breathe "But-my
dear-I-how did you know I wrote
the letters? I-really-"
strong. steadying hand lay upon
her trembling one. Through a friend
learned that Polly had gone on q
business trip. but the letters came
from your address just the same: and
besides. the last of the letters sounded
to me-well-as ! know you now" he
said gently.
"But Polly" she began.
THE point Of 1t is-do you care a
bit for me?" he said quietly.
The somewhat dizzy world around
her cleared She was looking into the
strong but tender face Of the man she
loved. She let her hand turn and
clasp his.
"Of course do. Allan. have since
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