Nogales international., 1935-01-26

Barry watched her as she strokei
the ingratiating muzzle.
Then the morale is all right?"
ooh, yes, for riding" She looked
at him with very small smile. Il
still think that mountain hiking is
much over-rated sport, but that
won't last"
Then how about my coming
down for you in a few days, as
soon as you're feeling yourself
again, for an all-day trip and lunch
at the Perch?"
"All day? What about work."
What you need now is play. Be-
sides, if you don't come l shan't
have any excuse to play around
myself" He smiled.
Why shouldn't she? One didn't
stop seeing a man because of a little
fragmentary love-making.
I'D really love to. Thursday?"
Thursday. I'll come down for
you right after breakfast. Now I
shall have to get back. I'll put
Comet in the corral first"
Barry"
"Yes?" He stopped and looked
back, his eyes warming.
Il haven't even attempted to
thank you. You understand, don't
you?"
He gathered her hands into both
of his and held them close together.
Il don't want to be thanked. Just
seeing you back here ought to be
thanks enough for anybody.
Goodbye"
He gave her fingers a quick
squeeze and let them go. Then he
was off with Comet to the corral.
They did not skirt the desert this
time, but turned directly into the
hills, until Anne had lost all sense
of direction.
Late in the morning they were
standing at the mouth of the, pass,
with tumbled ridges, and beyond the
ridges another blank stretch of de-
sert sand and sparse vegetation. It
lay in rough triangle, bounded
on two sides by hills.
1T looks lke a little Junipero."
Anne exclaimed. "A wicked little
Junipero."
That's the Pinos Valley, but it's
larger than it looks. If you were
down there, you might find an occa.
sional surveyors stake, or even the
remains of shack or two That'a
all there 10 Of the town Of Duane.
Ever heard of itT ID.
-"No, / haven't" !
"Ill tell you after we get up to
the Perch. There's nothing more to
see down there--it's just as dead as
it looks"
His voice sounded hard. That
was unusual for Barry, They turned
their horses and went back through
the pass again.
Presently Anne caught a sapphire
Eleam.
"Oh, beautiful Is that Eagle
Lake"
i knew you ike IT,
1t lay like a jewel at their feet.
At the head OF it, topping the pine
carpeted slope, was tWo-storled
house of peeled logs, built on broad,
generous lines.
"Welcome to Eagles Perch" =
Barry swung off quickly and held
up both hands for her. Make your
self at home while l put up the
horses. Oh, Ling! This as bland
yellow face appeared, hovering back
of an open door. "See that Miss
Cushing gets anything she wants.
Miss Anne Cushing, this is Ling
Foo, the best all-round cook west
of the Atlantic. Well eat on the
yeranda, Ling"
"Alli', boss" Ling grinned briefly
at the compliment, said How do
politely. Anne felt bright and
speculative eye taking her measure.
81 shan't need anything, Ling
Foo"
"Alli', Missy" The bright eyes
were benevolent. Ling ducked his
head and padded softly away, and
Anne was free to explore.
She looked around the big living
room with faint sense of surprise.
1t was spacious and restful, Eur-
nished with a mans idea of COM
fort, but the things in it had never
been bought in Marston, nor even
in the more up and coming county
seat. There were books and maga-
zines scattered around. Some of
the books looked technical and dry,
others were more promising
Like it," That was Barry's voice
behind her.
How could help liking it: It's
perfect"
That's large order" he laughed.
my uncle was a collector of Indian
rugs and things in small way,
and he picked TIP the Spanish stuff,
too"
They went out, wandering over
scented pine needles, down to ihe
ake and up the slope again, an
swering the mellow music Of
Chinese gong. Barry chuckled.
You've made an impression OH
Ling Usually he just sticks 1is
head out of the door and yells
Aleddy""
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