"I met a farmer from a little place called Ephraim. I told him how I would enjoy meeting some 'Mormon' ranchers and sheepherders, etc., and he immediately invited me to his home, and he said he'd show me around. What think you of that for western hospitality? Can you beat it? Inviting a stranger, whom he has not even heard of! Well, I'm off for Ephraim tonight with my new-found friend to study the 'Mormons!' "By the way, I found out from my Ephraim friend that the old man I made friends with could easily buy me out. So much for appearances! "Give my love to Alma, and tell little Harold that I'll bring him something that the Indians made. "Good-bye old chap. I'll write from Ephraim, so if you don't hear from me, you'll know that they have stolen me for a 'Mormon' harem on account of my good looks! "Yours faithfully, "George Cadman." ***** "Ephraim, June 15, 1919. "Dear Will:--Guess you're wondering? Well old chap, I've had some strange experiences. "My Ephraim friend and his family (wife and eight children) have treated me royally. What I haven't seen, wouldn't be worth seeing. There's a little girl of twelve, that is the most captivating piece of femininity you can imagine. She's a bunch of happiness, merry to impertinence at times, but with all so religious. She is saving her pennies to go on a mission to convert such as you and I (so she frankly declares) to 'Mormonism.' "I took such a fancy to the youngster, and she to me, that everywhere I went, she has been by my side. "Two days ago, she and I went for a ride in her father's machine and some youngster ran us down. Some accident! and my little companion got all the bruises and cuts, while I escaped. She wants no doctor but myself, and as she must stay in bed a few days, I'm prolonging my visit until she is well. I'm sitting by her bed-side now. "She just interrupted me by saying, 'I know by the way you look that you are writing about me. Be sure to tell my name--I might meet him on my mission.' "'How do you spell your last name, Betty?' I asked, ready to obey. "'E-m-m-i-t,' she said brightly,--then under the covers went her head, and I heard a giggle. "'What's up now?' I asked. "Two laughing brown eyes peeked out at me. "'Put a D before it and it spells what?' she asked. "'Demmit,' I replied quickly,--and then I wish you could have heard her laugh. "The country here is beautiful, and the people so full of faith, it seems a different world to gay old New York. I think that if I stayed here long, I would get the fever and attend meetings like the rest of them. "But all joking aside, it's refreshing to see real homes, real mothers, and merry children. I'll be sorry when I leave this 'Mountain country,' which will be in a few days,--so I'll see you all soon. Love to Alma and Harold. "Yours as ever,