The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1919-04-26
CHAPTER VIII.
Under the Veneer.

Under the Veneer.
An hour later Innes blinking from
the sun, stepped into the tent, which
had been partitioned with rough red
wood boards into bed chamber on
the right, combination dining room
and "pnrlor' on the left. Her glance
Immediately segregated the three
stalks of pink geraniums in the center
of the Mexican drawn-worlx cloth that
covered the table. ,;erty, herself, In
fresh pink gingham frock was dancing
around the table to the tune OF forks
and spoons. 1t was just like Gerty to
dress up to her setting, even though II
were only pitiful waterstarvcd bou-
quet. She had often tried TO analyze
her siSter-in-law's hold on her brother;
certainly they were not happy. Was Ii
because she made him comfortable?
Was IL the little air of formalty, or
mystery, which she drew around her?
Her rooms when Innes was allowed to
enter them were always flawless;
Gerty took deep pride in her house,
keeping. Why was II, Innes wondered.
that she could never shake off her sus-
picion of an underlying untidiness?
There was always a closed door on
Gerty's processes.
MAY helpr The sun was stlll
yellowing the room to her.
"Helloi" Hardin looked up from
the couch where he was lying. Innes
suspected II of being frequent re-
treat. She had found il tumbled once
when she ran over early. 1t was then
that Gerty made IT understood that she
liked more formality. Innes was rare
ly in that tent except for meals now.
or during her ALTERNATING week Of
house chores.
Il was afraid 1 was late" said the
girl.
Lunch will be ready In n few min
utes." announced Gerty Hardin. won't
you sit down? There's the new Jour
nal. Sam came to clean this morning,
and I couldn't get to the lunch until
an hour ago"
Innes, settling herself by the reading
table, caught herself observing that II
would not have taken her an hour to
get cold lunch. Still, IL would never
look so invltingl II Gerty's domestic
machinery was complicated and pri-
vate, the results always were admir-
able. The early tomatoes were peeled
as well as sliced, and were lying on a
bed Of cracked ice. The ripe black
olives were resting in lake of Cali
fOrnia olive oil. A bowl OF crisp let
tuce had been iced and carefully dried.
The bread was cut In precise triangles;
the butter had been shaved into for
eign-looking roses. A pitcher of the
valleys favorite beverage, iced tea,
stood by Hardln's plate. There was a
platter of cold meats.
1t came home to Innes for the hun
dredth time, the surprise of such a
meal in that desert. A few years ago,
and what had meal been? She threw
the credit of the little lunch to sulky
Tom Hardin lying on the portlere-cov-
cred couch, his ugly lower lip out
thrust against an unsmilIng vision. 1t
was Tom, Tom and his brave men, the
sturdy engineers, the dauntless sur
veyors, the Indians who had dug the
canals, those were the ones who had
spread that pretty table. not the buxom
little woman darting about In pink
gingham.
''Is 1t because don't like her" she
unused. her eyes on the pictures in the
style book which had just come In that
morning. Certainly Gerty did have the
patience Of a saint with Toms hu-
mors. If she would only lose that set
look Of martyrdoml 1t was not for an
outsider 10 judge between a husband
and wife, even If the man were her
own brother. She could not put her
finger on the germ Of their painful