Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1940-08-30

She turned to, the dark, silent figure
by the gate, and held out her hand.
oh. you were good to bring her
back!"
The large hand that closed warmly
over hers held on to it and deep
missed what that kid told me for any
thing" He gave her hand an extra
hearty clasp before dropping it. II tell
you, I think what the women Of this
town are doing for these children is
! mighty fine"
Il had only just discovered that she
I had gone!" Miranda was still too eX
cited over F'riedaS return and the
tingling sense of those impulsive young
arms about her to have any obtruding
thought of self Where did you find
her? Did she get all the way to the
camp? Won't you come in and tell me
about it?"
I'll be delighted to. want to get
to the bottom of this myself" He fell
chuckle. as they went up the path, Its
somewhat of shock to be taken for
the Gestapo!"
They were in the hall now He deity
lighted the wick in the lamp on the
table, revealing face that was rather
homely, but with the incest kind of
homelineSs. His too large mouth was
both firm and sweet; the keen alive
ness of his understanding brown eyes
dominated the upper part of his face,
drawing attention from his too large
! nose. He looked around with an excited,
| "Jovei What house!'
He glanced from the winding stair
case to Miranda. The flattering yellow
beam of the kerosene lamp lighted her
naturally curly blonde hair, freed for
once from its stiff, uncompromising
knot by the clutch of those young, en-
bracing arms. Her blue eyes were shin
ing. her lips parted with smile of
excited pleasure at the genuine admir-
alton, in his involuntary exclamation.
Miranda"
Her mothers voice brought Miranda
from the hypnotic spell that the COM
polling brown eyes of the stranger had
momentarily thrown over her.
Yes, Ma! III be right there" She
waved toward the sitting room. Won't
you-wont you take the lamp in and
you in minute. My mother" she
turned and ran down the hall to her
mothers room.
In kind Of trance Miranda gave
her mother the high lights. of the
nights happenings, ran upstairs to see
tucked in, felt once more the glowing
warmth Of their confiding young arms
1t was not until she was actually back
in the sitting room facing the tall.
broad shouldered stranger that the
enormity of what she was doing flashed
over her.
She, Miranda Farnsworth. was en-
Pertaining a perfectly strange man
alone, after ten o'clock at night!
Panic and self consciousness were
lowering darkly over her, when, mir
aculouslv. inexplicably, something in
those brown eyes dtspelled them,
brought breathless little catch to her
heart, as his words filled her mind
again with Frieda and her touching
loyalty.
That plucky kid actually got all the
way to the camp" he took up where
they had left off, exactly as though it
were the most natural thing in the
world for him to be sitting in her
grandfather's chair by the chippendale
table her great grandfather had
brought from England. How she man.
aged not to get lost in the dark on
that woods trail, beats me. I've never
seen anything more pathetic than her
pale little face and big frightened eyes
She brought out a jumbled tale
about how I mustn't believe anything
that Frau somebody or other had
told me about you: that she herself
lived with you, and she could swear
that you were always saying how great
and good all those In the Government
were: that must believe her and not
Frau whoever she was.
AT first couldn't make head or