The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1919-04-03

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oerty Welcomed Her stffHy.
| Gerty looked younger and prettier.
Her flush accentuated her childish fea-
lures which were smiling down her am
noyance over this unlimited visit.
eve have all the home comforts
haven't we? Why shouldn't we be COM
Z Portable when we are to be here for
monthsf I'm going to brave It QUITO
the bitter end, even II ! bake. 1t is my
duty" She would make her intention
perfectly clearl "There oughs to be at
feast one cozy place, one soft nook
!, that suggests o womah's presence. We
bave tea here In the afternoon. some
times. Mr.. Rickard drops in.' The
last was q delicate stroke.
Afternoon tea? At the Front? u
this modern warfare?n The girl draped
her irony with smile. s7T'iF.
Gerty was stealing pleased survey
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 Innesl Good humor returned to
her. ~ a IA
'sWe are going to dine on the Delta
tonight" She pinned upsa "scolding
! lock-" an ugly misnomer for her sunny
clinging curlsi The mirror was reqrtrg
sitioned again. "That's the name os
the new dredge.i 1t was christenedi
three weeks ago, In champagne
! brought from Yuma"
sYou said dine oa the Delta. Do you
mean they have rnesls there7n
"You should see IT." ceoed Gerty.
.sK's simply elegant. It's a floating
hotel, has every convenience. The
camp cook, Ling, has his hands full"
"Gcing to wear that?e They were
standing, now by the door of Gerty's
dressing tent. Over the bed white
lingerie gown was spread.
VI live in them. It's so hot" shrugged
Mrs. Hardin.
'Tll look like your maid. Gertyln In.l
mes exclamation was rueful. Il didn't
bring anything but khakis. Oh, yes J q
remember throwing In, the last minute,
two piques to fill up space" ,5
"Why, we have dances on the Delta,
and Sunday evening concerts. You
knew the work at Laguna dam. is being
held up2 The government men Of the
Reclamation Service are down here all I
the time. But it's time, to be getting
ready" ~
Later, Tom fatty refused to accom-
pany them. .S
II thought as much" Gerty shrugged
an airy responsibility. Innes could
detect no regret.
They passed cot outside the tent. I
iWho sleeps there?"
sTom." The eyes of the two women
did not meet. *
Innes 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 encarnpment Gerty
recovered her vivacity. ),
'sThat's Mr.. Richards office, that
ramada. Isn't 1t quaint? And that's
his tent no, the other one. MacLeans
is next there's Junior, now" ~.
But his eyes were too full Of 1nnes to (
see Gerty's dimples. The difference In
the quality Of his greetings smote Cert.
like blow. And she had never con-
sldered Toms sister attractive, as a
possible rival. Yet, after handshahe,
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 charml
The arrangement at table annoyed
Gerty. The boss. MacLean explained
raily. would not he there for dinner.
He might come in later. Two men fro1t.
the Reclamation Service tried to en{1
tain Mrs. Hardin.
1T isn't q battle" Innes
around the gay rectangle. ITS
The thought followed her th
ming. Outside, where the m
was silvcring the deck, and Il
river Tapped the sides Of the
Jose's strings, and his amigo
bing from dark corner, ma
lusior Of peace convincing
no battle. It was easy
self cg...n at Mare isla2
CRUISER.
Later, Gerty pg