The Filer record. (Filer, Idaho) 1919-1930, 1921-02-03
A BIT o. FLUFF
BY NORA LYNCH.

and rubbed your eyes convinced that
you had come Ia on the second act OF
a BIZ d Fun The settling was the
same. the canopy Of blue. blue sky
spread over the ass-green. flower
dotted carpet. the stlle and the
gnaried old tree. even TO the tins red
haired star Ia her blue and yellow ruff
piece its name.
Al her feet gazing up AT her. just
as you and watched them so often
during the last six months. recllned
the young leading man. Terry West.
Had you seen all this you would have
held your breath. waiting for the nrst
notes Of that exquisite love song which
anyone. who was anyone at all. whis-
tied or sung or played. You would
have listened In vain. Though the set
ferent. Moreover. there was tiny
pucker between Doree's arched brOws
almost u petulant twist 10 the lovely
little mouth. Terry was speaking
easily. swiftly.
"Doree." he finished, Its d chance
for US both TO be real. TO get away
from all the tawdriness. It's chance
for little home" he broke on. You.
are going TO try II with me" he said
and waited. gripping tightly a small
brown twig.
DOree's face was a study In con-
ficting emotions. She knew what his
chance meant 10 Terry He had never
cared for the stage as she cared.
Terry. boy" she glanced al his
1.-the slenderness from the corner OF
her eye. mo can do"
"Whyfr The monosyllable was al
most lmpersonaE The little brown
rwig snapped in TWO.
A pause. DUree WAS finding II hard
10 speak. Finally gazing straight
ahead. she said: "Jere Canty's wife
Is getting her divorce-so-" she
shrugged Then. "why did Rose Har-
good give you my address" impa-
tienrly. Her mood changed abruptly.
Terry. boy. You know how like
yOu-but I'm silk mad" Her voice
dropped lower. Il am so tired OF cot
ton. gray ugly cotton. which cramps
youth and beauty and love"
"Jere Canty can give YOU silk" he
broke In harshly. ''and you will give
up love for d scrap OF silk" he mar
yeled.
She sprang lightly TO her feet. Bal
aneing on her toes. she caught his
shoulders between small white fingers.
The wide blue eyes. the fragrant red
mouth We're very near. He was
tempted 10 kiss that mouth Til the
white lids closed over the wide blue
eyes. Instead. he thrust her roughly
away and turning. went down the
road. Doree watched him out Of sight
Small things change the course of
our lives; but for that trip 10 the city
DOree would not have been talking 10
Jere Canty's wife In the little sitting
room OF the cottage. two hours later
Curiosity was her predominating emo
ton: a curiosity hidden under her
most grown-up manner. Jere CAVITY.
oil millionaire over night. man about
town. with a boyishness his gray hair
and rugged physique could not alto
gether disguise. and this apple dump
ling Of a woman with her wOrk-worn
hands and her dowdy clothes. his
wife
"Mothery. though" she thought
vfStfulIv "Td Ike 10 tell her about
Terry boy"
Marthe Canty was speaking. !
the crazy tumble Of her own
thoughts DOree caught word here
and there. 'Jere's just a boy. for all 4
his years Funny. and he always
seemed 50 old to her. Had Terry /
gone vet she wondered Always /
after some new toy'-she. Doree.
must he his latest. The idea pleased
her. She nodded her head stiffiy. like
\ mechanical toy. He always comes
back 10 me-" Marthe Canty seemed
the kind TO come home 10. Would
Terry write 10 herr He could not have
gone unless he walked: there was no
train until nine. A cold feeling was
closing over her heart. what would
,farthe Canty do II Doree should
limb into that comfortable lap and
have good cryT'
Marbles next question brought Do
yes thoughts up short.
My dear she asked. do you love
ny JereT"
Love him. She did not. she could
Tot: all her love belonged TO Terry.
whom she had sent away. somehow
he found herself in Marines lap sob
ling out the tale OF Terry and the silk
hat would have 10 be cotton. Marines
rms held her comfortinsiy under
tandingly. Then Of sudden the
hover CEASED. She slid TO her feet
Wall she commanded Marine as
he 4eft the room. She was back In
"a minutes. turbsn OF crushed VIC
ets pulled down on her curls. fury
sllow coat and an overnight bag In