Cheyenne record., 1919-08-07

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isn't one dude enough for your"
growled her surly lord. Innes 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 fercest cattlemen in Missouri.
I'D let him see you knew what's
what. even If we do live like gipsies."
The answer to that was another
growl. Innes could hear him dragging
out the process, grumbling over each
detail. That confounded laundry had
torn his shirt. He hadn't q decent
collar to his name. Where was his
black string tie? II Cert would keep
his things in the lowest drawerl Hang
that buttonl 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.
"She's tired out" thought the sister
of Tom Hardin. "She's probably
fused herself to death over this din
ner."
A few minutes later Rickard ar
rived in sack suit Of tweeds. Gerty's
greeting was n little abstracted. How
could she make Innes understand to
tell Tom to change his coat2 The
duty of host. she suddenly remem-
bered, was to dress down rather than
up to the chances of his guest. She
regretted bitterly her insistence. Was
ever anyone so obtuse as Innes? Mr..
Rickard would see that they thought
it big event. She was watching the
curtain where Tom would emerge.
And his eSat was style Of several
seasons ago and absurdly tightl She
made an unintelligible excuse and
darted behind the portiere.
Toms face was apoplectic. He was
wrestling with mussed tie; the col
lar showed desperate struggle.
Gerty made wild signals for him to
hand indicating Richard; she pointed
to Toms sack suit lying on the floor
where he had walked out Of it.
"What Is 1t all abOutT'
"Ssh," whispered his wife. Again
the wild gestures.
"Well. aren't you satisfied Don't
look like u guy?"
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
n martyr-a very pretty martyr!
Richard praised the miracles of the
tent. Gerty's soft flush reminded In
nes of their old relation. Exit Innes,"
she was thinking. when Tom, red and
pcrspirng, brought another element
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 well to make
apologies for lack of maid or fare.
Besides Mr.. Rickard remembered
Lawrence! That dreadful dining
room. the ever-set table! How she
had hated it. though she had not
known how fearful it was until she
had escaped.
eve are simple folk here, Mr.. Rick
ard she announced, rs they took
their places around the pretty table.
That was her only allusion to deficien-
Cies, but it covered her noiseless move
ments around the board between
courses. filled up the gaps when she
made necessary dives into kitchen or
primitive ice chest, and set the key
for the LONELINESS of the meal itself.
The dinner was n 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
salted them. The cheese straws were
her own. She did not make the mis-
take of stringing out endless courses.
An improvised buffet near at hand
made the serving a triumph.
Richard praised each dish; openly
he was admiring her achievement.
iunes, remembering the story Gerty
had told her In dots and dashes, the
story of the old rivalry. glanced COW