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36 TBB MOTION PICTURE STO&Y MAGAZWB
ANN IS HEARTILY GREETED AT THE RANCH
She was not surprised at the heartiness of her greeting, and the breezy, cheerful way in which she was accepted as a member of the family circle.
"I reckoned that Dot, here, was apt to get kinder lonesome and be wantin' to leave her ole dad, if I didn't find some on' to be company for her," explained Fletcher, with an affectionate look at his daughter, Dorothy, a sweet-faced girl of nineteen, full of energy and girlish enthusiasm. ' ' She 's gettin ' spoilt, too, with all th ' fellers a-waitin' on her and a-runnin' after her. Keep her happy now. Miss — Miss — 'cuse me, but I aint much on rememb'ren' names."
It was not a hard task to keep Dot happy. Also, Ann found, it was strangely easy to keep happy herself. Here in this new country, where no one suspected that she was an heiress, she found life growing as simple and sweet as the existence she had always yearned for. The wholesome, busy life all around her, the frank, manly friendliness of the ranchman, the gay, sweet enthusiasm of the young
girl who was her constant companion, combined to weave a spell of healthy cheerfulness around her mind, which had been growing a trifle morbid in the artificial life of the Bast.
"These are real men," she said to herself one day as she rode beside Dot across the brown sod of the prairie. "They are brave, and honest, and chivalrous, all of them, and yet, somehow, I haven't found that hero of my dreams — the man worth while. Oh, well, I suppose I'm silly and romantic. ' '
Her horse shied suddenly, and as she drew in the reins with a quick touch, she saw beside the hedge near the roadside a young man chopping wood. Dot greeted him with frank delight, introducing him as "Mr. Scott, a great friend of daddy's," and they chatted for a few minutes before the girls rode on.
"He's a handsome lad," said Ann, as they cantered along. "Who is he?"
"He's John Scott, a homesteader and the finest man in the county, except daddy. Everybody likes him. "