THE WILD UN
Bv BERNICE BROWN.
Illuslration by C: 0- Bafchelor.
i FI'Ii'i‘ (if Blue Blood and. Red ‘—
'\ i: w . : mi 1110 NorthWest WOOds. Blood
.,..1 his strong. the cultured. delightful. inconsequen-
i, .. (‘nvul‘ of his “3] World to which she bel d
3 “devil gently. was SOrrler ‘ . _ 01180 . He
: m.lim';:uny rlp— ‘ or chx Reilly.
my: tor-inns hid- ' “'3 little enough to do {or him," 11.
um‘ him argued to himself. "Besides he has
dick, he turned a. sow's car into a silk 11
~ ‘,:|lilll('l. with for the Carrinstons." D 3'38
..mhes and
'l‘lii“ week
He postponed telling his wife their
social obligation, however. until they
were seated at dinner. In the soft
glow ol‘ the candles Mrs. Carrinoton
lokcd very pretty. Young “'Syne
Reynolds. from Harvard and Boston
With his chatter about the people and
things she cared for. had brought a
flush of pleasure to her cheeks. Why
couldn‘t she find enjoyment in this
new country? Still, some people Just:
cannot be transplanted—neither Cor-
nelia Carrington nor Golden Dick
Reilly.
The president or the Northern Lum-
lirrmen's Bank fingered the thin stalk
: in (.Topcnbngo
.nl i‘l which the
\tnmun ill the
mystcrious
“inch there
‘ ., um- knew
' 1 l l'lom the
' 9 » lm pushcd.
, 'iwlilv'li Inc}!
J _. i‘miisund dul-
» or ii? No
-v building in
vw-ii. :l goodly
m-riiuvrn inim-
Ili.-‘l'fll‘ll’f€d in
w: llw mnin
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3
"Wish I'd seen this first." he com-
plained. “It's got more things than I
ever thought: was."
Thero was only one thing he brought
down from the woods—a. habrack. In
the old days. with ten dollars of mon-
eY with which he should have bought
sugar and coflee and strip bacon. he
had purchased the "golden oak." atro-
city and carted it back to the Reilly
shack in the lumber camp.
"lVe don’t need it'no more than a
toad needs a. tail." he had confided to
the merchant, "but I want it. It’s
kinda puriy."
Thcy hadn‘t needed it, so Mrs. Reil-
ly informed him, and she could be
shrewish when her temper was
roused.
"Dick Reilly. you'll die in the poor-
housc," she had screamed. Unlucky
Nelly! lie was still only a. lumber-
cruiscr the winter she died- He felt
sorry at her death. and a little guilty.
but he did not mourn her.
"Poor Nelly. she was all beat out."
he. had said. “Things was’ always
hard for her—and she made 'om hard-
er."
After the. death of Nelly Reilly. the
wheel of fortune began to turn. \V'ith
his winnings at poker Dick Reilly
commenced. on each of his expeditions
for the company. to blaze a small
tract for himself. No man in the
Northwost was a better judge of mu.
her than ho. He knew trees as a gem
merchant knows jewels.
At this time he moved his three lit-
ilc girls to Duluth. where they lived
of his wine lass. --_-.
5' miyzuldltion. g I Iye made an
ti it plicd to
mi .‘|, million
up on the
run nifit‘fi
‘ 4 ‘km and his
,, »‘. it pleased
mini-lit with
M» llv an in-
lmimc. Ills
wul c'lught
\ll hr- could
as little
-q-v
‘.illlS
'\‘-lii|'ll told
.zi'lii-iltcd ll.
riv \Vitii ris-
‘ill and three
lw iuzltll his
-f ilil twist.-
.‘w .lvi'lllll‘ was
w (ill his
hunter's-
} 4min his fur
. -\ Ilul‘. Th0
. 'ir‘lll‘l' hurried
nhhrd door.
Hod,
”1'.
president‘s
‘ou (‘lirring-
ms kinda
Ill‘l'itt'StIWl.
mime from
i‘lriinzton's
that llzid
l. ..:H»rl in the
.xwlution.
”ml up and
of his eyes
:Ii'inlllll ills
, 1mm: Worlds
. nnmlnivation
ii.“ (Wu men
llriily wus l0
iHl zilisiird.
ill iumnnce
ll rvcn in ‘ils
mi, pros-mill.
iitl'il Ul’ the
4 .i- still?" of
» wwl with a
i: .lly was to
Hill: lllOl‘O
“hum he
u‘v-lll, home
i:- ill}: was it
5.. lions; and
:v'i? tonight.”
ia-l Fiio‘ll bc
.\'~- 415'." [In
:lv ,uling that
.. ',:.v.i_k.ily. He
‘ " i‘.trx'iiigiOii,
,miun. (lid not
' ., main. Per-
' 5hr- “11!!
.; 'iils nr-w lund
lml‘n lin-
. lmt llll(nd to
,: mi. but there
5 ".213. (‘nrring—
. ‘ "\Vc've a
‘ -:ui of young
‘ w. l n .Hvll' outi
i'u-mr Millani
'i. rulllzml he,
»I'»\.lj.. "Mrs.
t‘.4'i'\ minute
.1 will lll" lmyg
rosagcment for the three of us this
evening,” he began. He was trying ‘to
be casual, but be avoided cntching his
:Wifc's eye. “\Vc‘re taking \Vuync over
i to the Reilly's. Gloria's giving a func-
llion, a. blow-out. as her pnrflit phrases
in. it will be an initiation for Wayne
""“ll'i'uf‘d- i into ihe social terrors of the North-
l" ““J many '\\'v.~1t. You know the Reilly function!
“hm”! "rm" i are always rather something in ”19 .,
\vcuthcr- , way "f a gpectaclc, a Klaw and Brian-
.35..” ”"31“ gcr first night."
hidinfipnémt They all laughed. .
I ‘ M ' “Not Golden Dick Reilly?" Reynolds
i
an! uwuy. a; - ttln Un-
inisximl 01" (lpninnded- "\V oil. I am “fifth." g A
' o lThat's a. name to conjure
h I NHL 1 Llrs. Carrington shrugged her shoul~
mwcninrnm'dcrs- “\Vnit and see." Tgcnugl:
Ii'i'l {in :(\n. ’ turned her eyes to her husban . id be
.1 w lli'lil'lflilus! l Pres. tonight? I thought ltdvzoiik"
mlv of the, i so jolly Just to stay here an 36 . Be-
” l-rvhwngcd.l ”I'm sorry. I laid wed (52:1; -ought
i and (Lo mnsglsidcs.”-——he smiled again—— .
ii“ Minnogma, to give “'ayne a chance to meet the
Hdunnd her Copper Princess. d
hw “‘3er mg §eynolds laughe .
S
“The family does
nd a bit metallurglc. doesn't' it?”
“Hill “:11: :33: . Being a minim: enginpf‘r- Fought?
H i ii .- lrd i right at home." Carrington com a -
" -‘ "‘ he amended. "it will be
"Anyway."
‘H 9 ,. _ n
5 ] ”w" '00“ something in the line of an adventure-
7: \. l‘it'll shrowdlyr
1-2‘ ml :lnil 'ilt
.wf Muir father.
’1? \\ n1: mutual-
' . ‘Hln‘pl‘l'JlOd with
‘wm or tried to
. u or his grum—
Architectumlly the Reilly mansion
belonged to the late Grant period. 11 d
“I made my wad in lumber. he at
hlustered, "and I build my house 0
d.” ‘
wvizhough in a moment of sentimental
weakness he yielded to a cheaper ma-
:w manlitlcd 01108 it must be admitted that he
' \ :lml Mart was teriul. of
"l =' n. mil)" hitin' built his house a, 3’ gaatwggtiva,
lull whrlt l'm wood. It had CUpom!
nd turrets. Dick Reilly. intro-
37123:; {the first porte-cochere int: Sctd
Louis County. and he ordered fasten“.
to every available prOJectlon ooodon
mansion deep festoons of w ber-
scrollworkw It represented a. I“? I".
man's dream of heaven; it was or
bio and magnifies“:- hi
t the interior. '
\Vhen it came it riot. He ordered
imagination had —
fivo hundred rolls of red Brussels car
, the
. .xil'lmml or him— not. and he demanded 2:; ”xxx“...
., ~ u ”mil m. except floor of his unit: he gave causm
L _ chilled cvcrylhm‘ thftt‘g’id beer-mu“
'.. ‘ ' .- :.',"' he persisted fancy. from mpg; ‘ I
J“ illry've done."
answered.
'l’hut's the
“I”: , ‘ i" ;; l'rcs."
,1 'r‘,‘--" ‘ “31:4 till! \Vol‘d.
ii I l‘llll] million It
. H1» ill“ Willr‘ Car—
. « wlilrl remember
link. and that
' i114». He didn't
"Ill
l“,
. i
w. i ,l
. "‘ “I '"i- Um" Cornelia.
. , *" mule a martyr of
’ "i'l. lie was sorry he
‘ ““713 from Boston. tron
his old camp foreman, and went to
/
0‘ ,
school. He was lonely without them.
cspecizllly without little Gloria. Five—
year-old Gloria was. in the terminol—
ogy of the camp, a wild un and a
prime favorite-
l’t‘ortune in the Northwest knows
not moderation. Dink Reilly drew
aces. Under the land‘ from which his
forests had been cut slept the riches
of an empire. Millions of dollars in
copper had waited eons for a tool or
a dreamer to find it.
There the ore lies so near the sur-
face in the range beyond Duluth that
only the most primitive and incxpen-I
sive methods are needed—a steam
shovel. a score of men and cars to con-
vey the metal to the freigbt~cars. In
six months Dick Reilly was a rich
man, in six years a Croesus. Even
he had little vision of his wealth. He
only knew now he could buy all the
things he had admired in the company
store. He learned at last it had be-
come no longer dignified for him to
operate the steam shovel. Then he be-
gan to experiment with his fortune.
like a jumper who, each trial raises
the rod he has to clear, one notch. At
last he discovered the stock exchange.
There is little romance left but gamb-
ling for a man who has been a boss
logger and whose horizon is choked
down to the four walls of an ofl‘lce.
The year'after Dick Reilly built his
house, lie sent Cally and Mart to
boarding-school in the East. Gloria
stayed at home and attended the con-
vent.
in two years Mart and Cally, with
their New York clothes and their New.
York convictions. overawed their
father and they played their advantage
ruthlessly. A New 15ch decorator
came and conquered the house that
had been a lumberman's vision of
paradise. Nothing remained—except
the hatrack.
“That's mine.
“And it smysi."
Even Cally and Marta recognized the
better part, of valor.
Then Cally married. Six months
later Mart departed with her New
York husband for worthier fields .to
conquer. pick Reilly. drew, a long
meander“ - the péoléuble
bmtho Into .' it“. mm:
.mm back
with Mrs. O‘Shaughncssy, the wife of,
by God!" he thundered.
Dick Reilly chuckled. "There's a
couple of thousand miles now between
me and Mart's education. St. Anthony
keep her safe—and a long way; off."
When Gloria was eighteen. Dick
Remy fought a. silent battle with his
conscience. Was it his duty to send
her away. from him. too? Finally he
put it-up to her. ‘
“If you think you ought... go, (31013..
why—it‘s only fair you should." He
was getting through it better than he
had anticipated. "I reckon r11 gun
have a few faults left for you to. work
on."
The cyes that Gloria Reilly lifted to
his were like his own. “Pa!" There
was no misreading the protest in her
voice. "1 don't want to go, and you
know it."
And Eastern education for the Cop.
per Princess was vetoed.
The entertainments of Golden Dick
Reilly were municipal affairs. Every-
body in town received an invitation,
and nearly everyone accepted. Dick
Reilly had no fine feeling for the lines
of social cleavage, and Gloria was too
intent upon living to analyze the dif.
ficulties of which so far she had never
been conscious.
" ‘Omnia omnibus' is the Reilly mot-
in," explained Preston Carrington.
“You can dance or play cards or bowl
or shoot craps. Their refreshments
resemble the days of the Second Em.
pirc. and the Reilly wine-cellar is the
last great (aunt of eternal lnebristlon.”
Several hundred people had alreadfl
accepted when the Preston Curring
tons and “‘nyne Reynolds arrived.
Dick Reilly glowed his pleasure.
I- '
"It must be very fine to be well-bred.——Then you can have just as rotten manners a: you want. Good
"Know‘d you'd come." he boomed.
“Howdy, Missus Curringlon. Cold
enough for ye? Young Reynolds—oh.
)‘cs. glzid to meet ye." \Vith shrewd
(-ycs lic appraised the latcst represm'i-
iuiivc of the Atlantic—Pacific .Mining
Company. "Come along and meet
Glory."
in the ballroom two bands of colored
musicians exhorted to the dance.
There was no intermission. The last
dying notes of the saxophone were
caught up with a blarc of triumph by
its rival cu face—and a new dance
was on. Confetti and gay-colored
paper streamers blurred the air. Ifi‘om
the iioor Dick Reilly picked up a
dance program and handed it to his
guest. On one side were engraved the
orders. on the other was a deed of sale
to ten lots in the new Reilly addi-
tion. .
Dick Reilly beamed. “Pretty smart,
now, ain't it? Glory thought it up,"
he boomed. "Look, there she is—Hi.
Glory."
It was the end of 'the dance. and a
dozen men. With the tactics of the
gridiron struggled to gain the atten-
tion of some one completely hidden by
them from the eyes of’Wayne Rey-
nolds.
“She's there. where the crowd's
thickest." He made no attempt to
conceal his pride. “Hi. Glory." he
bellowed.
Slowly a pathway formed between
the rows . blackrcoated young men
and a girl emerged. Wayne Reynolds.
of Harvard and Boston. felt a quick—
ening of his pulses; 'There was than-in
the beauty cfaGlorla; Reilly to awaken
forgotten méimoriesQof ‘half—glimpsed
loveliness'of spring; and moonlight and
young aspen EWfifi' jitcorftalned some:
thing'can'dl’d dodger. and not a little
imperidus- 118er . of a soft ma-
terial. h ashkn’rdf- id. and it hung
with revealing distinct on .to the slen-
der lines or her body. True to her
Gaelic ancestry. her hair grew smooth.
and black away from a. low forehead,
and her eyes werorblue.
"Here's a. young teller come all the
way from Boston to’dance"with you,”
called herniatber. *
A quick flush of 111'
.st stained her
Without waiting to argue. he slip-
'ped his arm around her, and they
moved out on to the floor. The eyes
of Golden Dick Reilly followed :them a
long time with contentment.
"Pa. never even told me your n‘amefl
she said at last, "—riot that it matters
when you can dance like this."
"Let's get out of here,” he urged,
f‘betore nine hundred of your fellow
townsmen trainple me to death. Theh
I promise to tell you everything."
She nodded. and he followed her
down the stairs. "Come on," she or-
dered. From the golden-oak hatrack
she caught up a coat. "It‘s Pa's.” she
said. “There’s one for you. , I’ve got
to have a breath.”
Out into the night he, followed her.
where a winter moon mounted into a.
high cold heaven. Against the sky
rose the great shoulder 'of mountain
that shuts off the forest where, when
the wind blows from the north, sounds
the howls of the coyeto. ,
Her coat held tightly around her,
she drew a deep breath of the pine
fragrance. ~
“I suppose I ought to tell you you'll
probably get pneumonia. for this."
Wayne Reynolds protested.
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh. gee! smell the cold." With a
sudden gesture she pointed. “I was
born beyond that hill there." ‘
"I know." he said.
Again her eyes caught his.
told you?"
"The Carringtons."
“Who
“Oh!" There was a. moment of
silence. "Well. -I'm me. and they're
them." She stopped suddenly. puz-
zled for a word.
"VVe’re different——
\" /
evening, Mr. Reynolds.”
Her mouth
“I reckon
another run of sheep."
twisted into a drOil smile.
she thinks I'm a—sketch."
“'ayne Reynolds laughed.
she envles you." _
"Perhaps." She shruged her should-
ers; then with shrewd eyes she up:
pruiscd him. “You're one of them,
too, I4 bet." _
“I went to Harvard with their son.”
He smiled again. "Does that convict
me?" '
“Convict?" She shook her head. "You
use such funny words. So did Mart
and Cally. I'm not educated." She
turned sharply toward the doorway.
"Come on." . .
As Wayne Reynolds replaced the
costs on the cheap gilt books, he felt
she was still watching. There was
something hostile about her. and yet
not a little wistful. - ‘
From beyond thé heavy curtains in
the drawing room came the sound of
voices. Mrs. Carrington was speaking;
the other woman he did not recognize.
“One can buy anything these days
—-and in this country. Witness the
Reillys." Mrs. Carrington's soft voice
was drawling. '
The other woman laughed; "Even
a very presentable husband. _What's
a little thing like breeding? ‘Are you
holding your thumbs for the safety of
Mr. ReynoldS? With her millions and
her shOulders, even a Pilgrim father
would find it difficult". She laughed.
again. "Do come. I'm dying, to see'
the library." . ’
Slowly “’ayne Reynolds turned to
the girl beside him. "On cold nights
I notice the coyotes .and the Ttlmber-
wolves come right doWn into drawing-
rooms." . ._ >,
' For a long moment she stood there
very quiet. When she looked at him
her eyes‘,seemed black against the
whiteness of 'her face. “,It must be
very fine to be, well Jared. and come
fro‘m- Boston. Mr. Reynolds." ~ Her
voice ms .iOW. but every wrd Was
spoken with a cold distinctness.‘ "I‘ben’
you can ’hsve‘ just. as rotten manners
asAyou want. Good evening. Mr. Rays
nolds." ., 7*
“Perhaps
o
His fingers tightened roughly tn her
arm. “I think I’ve been waiting about
half my life to meet you. and I'm not
going to lose you now because a. con-
ple of rotten gossipsatalkod too' loud
through a vflvet curtain."
A flaming signal glowed on her
cheeks and her eyes gilnted. “ ‘With
millions and her shoulders'." she‘mim-
lcked. \ “Thank you. Mr. Pilgrim
Father, but I think I'll go now. I've
had about. as much Boston as I can
toss off in one evening." With quick
strength she shook her arm free and
darted toward the staircase.
“Gloria." he called. “Miss Reilly
You can't go this way." and again
he was beside her. .
"Please——” Her voice caught sud.
denly in a half-sob. She was only a
child now, all the sion [burned out.
"Please go away—pl asc.”
This time her appeal struck home.
He bOWed, a little stiffly. “If you wish
it," he said at last. ”Please believe I
am sorry, more sorry than I can tell
you." He Waited for her to speak, but
she did not interrupt him. "Good even-
ing, then, Miss<Reilly."
:In the weeks following, Wayne Rey-
nolds met her only twice. Once. at a
skiing contest. where, despite the bit-
ter weather, twenty thousand people
paid tribute to the great sport of the
Norwegians, he saw ahead of him
her sable coat and scarlet tam-o'-
shanter. With a little maneuvering
he reached her side, but“ she did not.
notice him. Her lips parted and her
eyes shining. she was intent upon the
contest. Each time, as the Jumpers
rounded the curve‘ at the foot of the
hill. the harsh snow drove into their
faces. In its eagerness the crowd
pressed nearer until those in the front
rank were fairly on the path of the
contostxmls. .
“Idiots" growled Reynolds; and he
braced himself behind the girl to break
thn force of the impact.
Turning abruptly. she looked into his
face. "‘You!" she said. Her surprise
“was patentn
Suddenly from twenty thousand
throats came a gasp of terror. The
last rman across the jump was in peril.
Bent forward. in a blinding cloud of
snow. he lunged down the slope, over
the barricade and into the crowd.
Wayne Reynolds threw himself in
front of the girl and crushed her back
from the truck. W'ith,averted head
and arms up. he received the onrush.
in a second the skiier lay prone at his
feet.
For an instant Reynolds felt her
warm breath against his cheek. “You
~nre you hurt?” she whispered.
He shook‘ his head. “Not a scratch."
he lied. Then be bent over and lifted
the skiier in his arms. By the time
he had carried his burden to the near
est house and the doctors had taken
charzc. Gloria. was gone. .
Perhaps he deluded himself, but be
cherished the belief that in her voice
was more than startled sympathy.
That moment had betrayed her. She
could never be indifferent to him.
The s'econd time was at the end of
two months' exile up or the range. It
was spring again. the gloomy post-
winter of the North. The ice had
broken on the lake, but an east wind
drove it back in great dirty sheets
that warped and ground against each
other in the black water. .
On a. day in March, Vl'ayne Reynolds
sought out Preston Cnrrington in his
private office at the Northern Lum-
bcrmen's Bank. Rumors of the Reilly
financial debacle had penetrated: even
the little backwoods town where Rey-
nolds had made headquarters. If Dick
Reilly went under. the whole Lakes
country Would tremble. 'JYsyne Rey.
holds believed that Carrington .would
know. And he did.
"I'm not in his confidence." Carring-
ton explained; “nobody is, unless per-
haps it's Gloria. [ can only guess.”
He shook his head dubiously. "Y‘Vhom
the gods would destroy. you know.
Some one ought to protect him from
his own success, but I can't do it. It's
hard for n pigmy to shelter .t giant."
Preston (farrington had seen many a
fortune made and lost and remade in
that country. but he knew that the for-
tune of Golden Dick Reilly could hap-
pen just once. it was with a heavy
heart indeed that he confided to Wayne
Reynolds tho gossip of the Rialto.
As he left the building. Reynolds
saw drawn up to the curb the arrogant
magnificence of the Reilly limousine.
It was the only foreign built car in
town and its turquoise blue shone like
a jewel against. the gray white of the
snowdrifts. Swathed in .a coat of Si-
berian sable worth an emperor's ran-
som sat the daughter of Golden Dick
Reilly. .
During the long days back on the
range her face had beguiled him. Now
he realized what a poor servant is
memory. She was a. mo sand times
lovelier than the vision con ured up by
his loneliness. \Vayne‘. Reynolds was
no sentimentalist. but he hoped never
evil fortune would take from her her
coat of sable or the gay. imperious look
of her eyes. . ‘
Before he could reach her side. the
car had slurred into motion and she
was gone. “’9“, she could not avoid
him forever. \ “
But the'next day Wayne. Reynolds
was called out to Wyoming. And the
next day Dick Reilly knew himself to
be irretrievably. bankrupt.
Alone in his big office Dick Reilly
accepted the inevitable. It seemed he
had known all along this would hap-
pen. Dick Reilly had never believed
in his Wealth. No more could he be-
lieve in his failure. After all.'he was
the boss logger of the Canadian bor-
der. He could go back to his
trees. 'He was _ young yet and
strong. For the. first time since
we day of his success the weight lift—
ed. He was free.
- With a sense of relief he knew Call!
and Mart were provided for. Gloria
was left, and he cared more for her
than all the -wealtb of the world.
It was not easy to tell her everything.
though he knew she must have sus-
pected, it. "I reckon we wasn't in-
tended for millionaires, Glory.” he an-
ished. ‘ ”Some people make money and
some people‘ lose it. You and me do
both." In .the growing dark of the
early twilight he sought her face with
eager eyes. “Glory. I'm sorry. Iwant-
ed you to go on being the—Copper
Princess. It don’t matter about me. I
don't mind goin’ back to when I comp
from. I belonghackthere; but you—"
He made a plumb-”awkward gesture
with his great mm “You. Glory. I
couldn't hays done much, worse by you
if I'd been yous-"enemy.” _
“Pa, don't.” sue Whispered. “Idon‘t-
checks. 1%.? :99 ‘ ._ . st"'you're aw '
. ,1, than
know as I’m sorry it 113'
‘ ‘o h
V .
She shook her head. “No. ‘Pa. Thair 3 f
;.
are some things you can't buy. you
can‘t even ask for. They've got to be;
given to you." . x1" ‘
The news of the Reilly failure was
shouted from coast to coast; Report—
ers from a dozen big dailies hastened Q,
to Duluth for interviews and snap-2
shots. ' ‘ ‘
Then came the report of his disap-r
pearance. Golden Dick' Reilly. taking,
with him his daughter and an old
Scotch servant, had departed frorntha.
Reilly mansion like a robber in tho
night. Servants and neighbors and
ticket-sellers were interviewed. Only
Preston‘parrington refused to Woo '
a theory concerning the disap us.
"I can‘t see that his going. ‘any
man's business," he stormed at the roe
porter. "Personalln. I can't help but
admire his taste in wishing to avoid
you—journalists."
Wayne Reynolds was
who trusted Carrington.
paper he first read "the news of tho
Reilly failure. He was sorry, more?
sorry than he cared to admit. By the
light of a smoking kerosene lan'tern'
in the shack of the mining foreman.
he wrote a. letter to Gloria Reilly. Ten
days later the letter was returned to
him—unclaimed and unopened. Thai!
he wrote Preston Carrington, enclosing
among those
In a Seattle
the letter and with urgent instructions .
to forward it. This letter was not re-
turned. nor the next, nor the third; but
he never received any answer.
Hefelt a numb sort of fury with her
for disappearing. a. fury with Wyom-'
ing, with his job, with the universe.
He refused to be interested in the Wy-
oming Consolidated Hon holdings,and
his request to be transferred to the
Great Lakes region was at length re-.
luctantly granted.
When Reynolds arrived, it was sum-
mer in the North.
The Carringtons were in Boston for
their annual 'visit'when Wayne Reyn-
olds arrived. but he found a. letter
waiting for him at the club.
“I hoped you would come," Way-no
read. "I can't. tell you anything. I
am only banking on the belief that
Wayne Reynolds finds what he searches
for. There are, moreover. some spirits
too vivid and too beautiful to be hld- ‘
den. no matter how impenetrable the 5'
forest. V’
“I apologize for this fling into the
realm of fairy tales. Thank heaven
there are still some people who can
rouse the childhood spirit of romance”
even in the heart of one born and
reared on Beacon Hill, Boston.” . .
Reynolds strolled out onto the ter-
race ofsthe club. Behind him stretch-
ed the low sweep of mountain and
forest” She had come from the coun-
try behind that mountain. She would
go home.
Gay with the promise of Carring-
ton's prediction, he set forth on his
quest. He worked at first. in a thor—
ough and scientific manner. But he
did not find her. Then be hunted with
a. breathless fury, following down every
trivial possibility. every idle conjec- '
ture. Twice he wrote Carrington; and
twice he tore up the letter.
Late one afternoon he approached
the Emporium df' the town of La
Marque, Minnesota. La Marque is
not handsome, even in summer, thud—
dle of unpainted shacks, a crooked
street and a ragged. wind-burned pha-
lanx of screaming Bohemian children.
In front of the store lounged a. half-
breed Canadian and a. limping. flea-
bitten dog. ‘"
“Your store?"-said Reynolds.
The fellow nodded.
‘31 want some tobacco."
The proprietor shuffled inside, and
Wayne followed. With a startled gasp
of astonishment he stopped and __
pointed. ‘
"Where did you get that?"
"What?”
“That hatrack!”
The Canadian shrugged his should
ders. “One young leddy bring it to
me in a. cart and take away sugar and‘
flour." '
"Never mind the tobacco." Wayne
ordered. "I want that hatrack. ,Now.
where does she live—the young lady'f.
The shopkeeper shrugged his shoul— ’
ders; He could not be sure. Maybe
the children could help him.
Accompanied by his wild troupe of
bandits, Reynolds started. At the fork
of the road all his party broke into
screaming Bohemian. There, in the
trees. was a cabin.-. She lived there.
the lady who brought down the hat-
rack. .
Wayne Reynolds rifled his pockets.
“Here!" he said; and a. score of coins
flashed in the sun and splashed into
the red dust of the road.._ In the
scramble that followed. his escape was
effective if not altogether dignified.
At the front step of the cabin he,
stopped sharply and listened. “Glory!”
he finally ventured, "Miss Reilly!"
There were footsteps inside. and the“
door opened. She wore a. dress of blue
cotton and her arms were bare to the
elbow. She ,seemed older now, and
more slender. and her eyes burned liko‘
sapphires against the wind-stained.
bronze of her cheeks. For a long mo-
ment they looked a; each other; ‘then
she smiled, a little shyly. _
“‘It's the Pilgrim Father." she ex-
claimed. "I thought maybe you'd be
coming, though it's a bit on the main
line."
“Glory!" He was beside her now,
and his hands caught her shoulders.
She seemed very young to him then...
and very valiant. "I don't deserve to
be walked on by you—but I want your"
Into her 'eyes came that soft look.
women wear only when they know love
is close to them. “Oh, my dear.“ sh.
answered softly, "I think I've been
waiting for you about a thousand years
this summer};
The ’half-breed shopkeeper in In.
Marque, Minnesota, is said to have re?
ceived one hundred and fifty dollars;
for a secondhand golden-oak hat-sci
which now stands in a. charming _~:
apahment not far from Beacon 33!.
Boston. When. at the end of his as:
visit ,rEast Golden Dick Reilly my _
ed to his Job of foreman at the Bayo‘
mill. Mrs. Wayne Reynolds flew
to relegate the hatrack to the new
room, a. veritable storm of protest m
raised by her husband. *,
"You‘re 1" great dear: she law:“
“and I’m fond of you: but you‘ve in
taste in house decoration;
“Gloria Reynolds." he bin-turd,
hatrsclfs mine. and I bought it.
stays.” .
It did.
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