White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1921-02-06

scenes she shrank from the recollec-
ton of Toms temper; his coarse
streak, the Gingg fiber, her own mother
called it,. Tom was rough, but she
loved him. Why vas it she was sure
that Gerty did o love her husband?
Yet there was the distrust, as fixed
and as unjust perhaps as the suspicion
of Gerty's little mysteries.
She said aloud: This is your last
day. My week begins tomorrow"
Mrs. Hardin adjusted a precise mop
kin before she spoke.
II think | will keep the reins for a
month this time" Her words were re-
Elective. ms though the thought were
new. Il get my hand in just as | stop.
I will be running out for my visit in a
few weeks. 1t will be only fair for me
TO do il as long as | can"
Again the girl had II sense of subtle
ty. Whenever Gerty put on that air OF
childish confidential deliberation. she
hunted for the plot. This was not far
to seek. Her sister-in-law was passing
out the not season 10 neT.
ITS all ready" Gerty's glance was
winglng, birdllke. over the table. Moth
ing bud been forgotten. She gave n
little sigh of elastic satisfaction. Har-
din misinterpreted it.
Il ought to be able To Keep Il serv-
ant for her" Ii was like him TO have
forgotten the Lawrence days; he was
never free of the sense of obligation to
the dainty little woman who was born,
he felt, for the purple. There was
nothing too good for Gerty. lie felt
her unspoken disappointments; her
depriyations. .0f course, she can have
no respect for me. I'm a failure"
Doesn't this give you an appetizer"
demanded Innes heartily. And I'm
to be a lady for three more weeks"
The remark was thoughtless. A bright
flush spread over Gerty's face. She
caught an allusion t. her origin.
Innes saw the blush and remem-
bered the boarding house. She could
think of nothing to say. The three
relatives sat down to that most uncom-
Portable travesty, a social meal where
sociability Is lacking. Innes said 1t
had been a pleasant morning. Gerty
thought 1t had been hot. And then
there was silence again.
Innes began to tell them of her Tue
son visit. when Gerty laid down her
fork. "Tve meant to ask you a hun
dred times. Did you attend to my
commission In Los AngelesY"
Il forgot to tell you. l raked the
town. really l did. Gerty." For there
was a cloud on Gerty's pretty brow. II
could have got you the other kind. but
you said you did not want IT,"
II should think not" The childish
chin was lifted. "Those complicated
things are always getting out of order.
Besides. If l had an adjustable form.
everybody'd be borrowing It."
"What are you talking about?" de.
manded Tom. waking up. who'd Dor.
row your what, Gert?"
"Please don't call me Cert, Tom,'
besought his wife plalntively. "a fig
ure. l wanted Innes to try to get one
ior me In Los Angeles.
II did try" began Innes.
"Yours Is good enough for anyone
Why should you get anotherf" he
was openly admlring the ample bust
swelling under the pink gingham.
"Don't, Tom"
Innes tried to explain the sincerity
Of her search. She had visited every
store (which might be suspected OF
having a figure" She could not bring
a smile to her sisters face. 'There
was none your size. They offered to
order n from Chicago. They have to
be made to order. II they are special