cottages were being built, the addition to the hotel had already assumed goodly and picturesque proportions. Evidently the first scattering advance forces of the tourist armies were on the field, their camp outfits to be seen in the street, some of them already established upon the front porches of the cottages. A six horse team was in front of the store, the big wagon heaped high with boxes and crates, evidently provisions and dry goods from the Junction.
"Rush order, too," meditated Steele. "Camped on the road last night, pulling in early this morning. And, as far as I am concerned, it's water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink."
The thought upon him, he stopped at the post office, wrote and mailed a brief note to Beatrice:
"Dear Cook of mine," it read. "Have yon changed your mind about selling me provisions and small truck? Looking over your charming village, I hate to lift my hand against it! It's like swatting a baby. Telephone your storekeeper and chop house man and hotel manager to lift the embargo, that's a nice little Cook. I'll drop in on them in a day or so to learn of their altered attitudes. Some of the biscuits are still left. Turk says we need a dog around camp, anyway. 'Horrid, nasty man!' cries the Queen. Meaning Turk, of course, and never
Your faithful
Riding on through Summit City, passing first the unsightly rough board shack housing that element, undesired here by Beatrice Corliss, that came to drink and gamble and brawl, he rode down to the little lake where
