The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1919-10-04

In the mirror through the rough door
that opened into the division called
her bedroom. The sunburned, uncon-
scious profile of Innes was close to her
own. Pink and golden the head by the
DARK one. She looked younger even
than 1nnes Good humor returned to
her.
I'VE are going to dine on the Delta
lonlght. She pinned up q "scolding
lock- an ugly misnomer for her sunny
cllnging curls The mirror was reuui-
slhoned again. THAT'S the name Of
the new dredge. 1t was christened
three weeks ago, in champagne
brought from Yuma"
You said dine on the Delta. Do you
mean they have meals thereg'
You should see it," cooed Gerty.
Its simply elegant. Its IA floating
hotel. has every convenience. The
camp cook. Ling, has his hands full"
Going to wear that?" They We're
standing now by the door of Gerty's
dressing tent. Over the bed white
lingerie gown was spread.
Il live in them. It's so hot" shrugged
Mrs. Hardin.
III look like your maid, Gerty!" In
nes' exclamation was rueful. II didn't
bring anything but khakis. Oh, yes I
remember throwing in. the last minute,
two piques to fill up space"
why. we have dances on the Delta,
and Sunday evening concerts. You
knew the work at Laguna dam is being
held up? The government men of the
Reclamation Service are down here all
the time. But it's time to be getting
ready"
Later, Tom fatty refused to accom-
pany them.
II thought as much" Gerty shrugged
an airy responsibility. Innes could
detect no regret.
They passed cot outside the tent.
"Who sleeps there"
"Tom." The eyes of the two women
did not meet.
lines made no comment.
HE finds the tent stuffy." Gerty's
lips were prim with reserve. They
walked toward the river in silence. As
they reached the encampment, Gerty
recovered her vivacity.
That's Mr.. Richards office, that
ramada. Isn't it quaint? And that's
his tent; no, the other one. MacLean's
is next; there's Junior, now"
But his eyes were too full of Innes to
see Gerty's dimples. The difference in
the quality Of his greetings smote Gerty
like blow. And she had never con-
sidered Toms sister attractive, as a
possible rival. Yet, after handshake,
she saw that to MacLean, Jr., she did
not exist.
Gerty was deeply piqued. Until now,
the field had been hers. She might per-
haps have to change her opinion Of
Toms sister. Boys, she had to con-
cede, the younger men, might find her
attractive. boyishly congenial; older
men would fail to see charm!
The arrangement at table annoyed
Gerty. The boss, MacLean explained
He might come in later. Two men from
the Reclamation Service tried to enter
tain Mrs. Hardin.
ut isn't a battle" Innes looked
around the gay rectangle. tits play!"
The thought followed her that eve
ming. Outside, where the moonlight
was silvering the deck. and the quiet
river Tapped the sides Of the dredge,
Jose's strings. and his amigos" throb-
bling from dark corner, made the il
fusion of peace convincing. This was
no battle. 1t was easy to believe her
self again at Mare island-the Delta
cruiser.
Later. Gerry passed her, two-step-
ping divinely. Before her partner
turned his head, Innes recognized the
stiff back and. straight poised head and
dancing step of Richard. She admit
ted he had distinction. grudgngly. She
could not think of him except compare
lively; always antithetically, balanced
against her Tom.
sT'm tired; let's rest here" Innes
drew into the shadow of the great arm
of the dredge. They watched the
dancers as they passed. MacLean play
ing the woman in "Pete's" arms, Gerty
with Richard. two other masculine cou-
pies. The Hardins were the only wom-
en- aboard.
1t was because of Tom that mnes
felt resentment when the uplifted ap-
pealing chin, the lace ruffles fluttered
by. Tom, lying outside an unfriendly
tent
It was easy, IN that uncertain light,
to avoid Richards glance of recognl-
ton. Estrada. who had come aboard
with the manager. sought her out. and
then Crothers Of the O. p. Again, she
saw Richard dancing with the lingerie
gown. There seemed to be no attempt
10 cover Gerty's preference; for Rick
ard, she was the only woman there!
Because she was Toms sister, she had
q right to resent it, to refuse to meet
his eve. Small wonder Tom did not
come to the Delta!
Going in with MacLean, Jr., to the
messroom for glass of water, she met
Richard, on his way out. She man.
aged to avoid shaking hands with him.
She wondered why she had consented
to give him the next waltz.
Hell not find me-" she determined.