Hyder weekly herald., 1934-03-10
, Man From. u the ..-. North
By TESS FULTON
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate .ai WNU Service

Darling, here's a 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. I 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 1t; 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 1t 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?" 1i
 He writes an interesting letter, and you can string him along; and when ! go up there next year, I can have him to play around with"
 Polly, you're heartless
 "Mebbe so, little one, but this Is & heartless age"
 Carol unused over the letter. It 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.
 A week later, Allan's reply came and Carol learned something of his life. It seemed he was working in a 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 1t, the same mood was upon her.
 Here's a nice situation!' Carol told herself one evening. "Wrlting 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 himi"
 But she found 1t much easier to say 1t than to do 1t.
 Polly left for two weeks trip for her firm, and with her bright, some what cynical presence absent from the room. Carol found 1t 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. "It 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 good time, and I hope you will run around with me a little-some plays, dances, etc" --r~--
 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 awfull" 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-Gosh! what a mix-up!"
 She saw no solution. but one came the next evening. They were at corner table in one of the delightful DIaceS he knew He had bapn mASjnp