The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1919-08-29

Gerry teasing Tom to wear his Tux
edo.
isn't one dude enough for you p
! growled her susly lord. lines recog-
nized the mood and shrank from the
ordeal ahead. 1t was the mood of
the Hardin in the rough. the son Of
his frontier mother, the fruit of old
Jasper Gingg. whose smithy had been
the rendezvous for the widest roughs,
the fiercest cattlemen in Missouri.
'1'd let him see you knew what's
what. even If We do live like gipsies."
The answer to that was another
growl. lines could hear him dragging
out the process, grumbling over each
detail. That COMPOUNDED laundry had
torn his shirt. He hadn't a decent
collar to his name. Where was his
black string tie? If Cert would keep
his things in the lowest drawer! Hang
that button! Gerty emerged from the
encounter. her face very red. Innes
could see her biting her lips to keep
the tears back as she put the last
touches to the table.
"Shes tired out" thought the sister
OF Tom Hardin. "She's probably
fused herself to death over this din
ner."
A few minutes later Richard ar
rived in sack suit of tweeds. Gerty's
greeting was a little distracted. HOW
could she make Innes understand to
tell Tom to change his coat? The
duty Of a host. she suddenly remem-
up to the chances of his guest. She
regretted bitterly her in>istence. Was
ever anyone so obtuSe as lines? Mr..
Richard would see that they thought
it big event. She was watching the
curtain where Tom would emerge.
And his coat was style of several
seasons ago and absurdly tight! She
made an unintelligihle excuse and
darted behind the portiere.
Toms face was apoplectic. He was
wrestling with mu>>ed tie; the col
lar showed desperate struggle.
Gerry made wild signals for him to
change his clothes. She waved a
hand indicating Richard; she pointed
to Toms sack suit lying on the floor
where he had walked out Of it.
what is it all ahout?'
SSH" whispered his wife. Again
the Wild gestures.
well. aren't you satisfied? Don't
look like a suy?'
He could be heard distinctly In the
next room. Gerty gave it up in de-
spair. She dabbed some more powder
ON her nose and went out looking like
d mar,yr--a very pretty martyr!
Richard praised the miracles Of the
tent. Gerty's soft flush reminded In
mes of their old relation. Exit lnnes.' y
she was thinking. when Tom. red and
perspiring. brought another elemen,
Of discomfort into the room.
Gerty uShered them Immediately to
the table. She covered the first min.
utes which might be awkward with
her small chatter. somewhere she
had read that it was not we'll to make
apologies for lack Of maid or fare
Besides Mr.. Richard remembered
Lawrence! That dreadful dining
room, the ever-set table! How she
had hated 1t, though she had no,
known how fearful it was until she
had escaped.
1--WE are simple folk here, Mr.. Rick
ard" she announced. as they tool
their places around the pretty table
, That was her only allusion to deficien
cies, but 1t covered her noiseless move
ments around the board between
courses. filed up the gaps when she
made necessary dives into kitchen OF
| primitive ice chest, and set the key
for the LONELINESS of the meal itself
| The dinner was triumph Of apparent
! simplicity. Only Innes could guess
the time consumed in the perfection
of detail. details dear to the hostess
heart. The almonds she had blanched
of course, herself; had dipped and
sailed them. The cheese straws were
her own. She did not make the mis-
take of strinsing out endless courses
An 'improvised buffet near at hanG
made the serving triumph.
Richard praised each dish; openly
he was admiring her achievement
Innes, remembering the story Gerty
had told her in dots and dashes. the
story Of the old rivalry. glanced COW