at
way. I never would tell her about Danyul; but this summer I was
helpin' her dry apples and somehow she jist coaxed the secret out. She
wrote to Danyul, and he wrote to me, and here I am. Danyul and me are
so happy that we are goin' to send a ticket back to the farm for
Maggie Harper. She ain't got no home and will be glad to help me and
get a rale home."

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and Elizabeth debated what more was needed to make
the kitchen a bit more homey. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy said a red cushion
for the rocker, and Elizabeth said a white cat to lie on the hearth.
Mrs. Holt said, "Yes, I _do_ need 'em both,--only it must be an old
stray tabby cat. This house is going to be the shelter of the
homeless."

Well, I can't tell you any more about the Holts because we left next
morning. Danyul came across the bridge to bid us good-bye. He said he
could never thank us enough, but it is we who should be and are
thankful. We got a little glow of happiness from their great blaze. We
are all so glad to know that everything is secure and bright for the
Holts in the future.

That stop is the cause of my missing two letters to you, but this
letter is as long as half a dozen letters should be. You know I never
could get along with few words. I'll try to do better next time. But I
can't imagine how I shall get the letters mailed. We are miles and
miles and miles away in the mountains; it is two days' ride to a
post-office, so maybe I will not get letters to you as often as I
planned.

Sincerely yours,
ELINORE RUPERT STEWART.

VI

ELIZABETH'S ROMANCE

CAMP CLOUDCREST,
September 12, 1914.

DEAR MRS. CONEY,--

I find I can't write to you as often as I at first intended; but I've
a chance to-day, so I will not let it pass unused. We are in the last
camp, right on the hunting ground, in the "midst of the fray." We have
said good-bye to dear Elizabeth, and I must tell you about her because
she really comes first.

To begin with, the morning we left the Holts, Elizabeth suggested that
we three women ride in the buckboard, so I seated myself on a roll of
bedding in the back part. At first none of us talked; we just absorbed
the wonderful green-gold beauty of the morning. The sky was clear
blue, with a few fleecy clouds drifting lazily past. The mountains on
one side were crested; great crags and piles of r