The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-11-04

shc really needed was . rest. but
wcstlake kept calling on her and
calling ON her for weeks. almost
every day. and no sent her good
big fat bill. too. you can beu ! never
did forgive him for that Nice de-
cent hard.working people like the
Jonderuuistsr'
In her hatiste uirhssown she was
standing NJ tho bureau engaged In
the invariable rites % wishing that
she had real dressing table with a
triple mirror. OF bending toward the
s,rcaky glass and raising her chin
20 inspect pin-h~ad mole on her
throat. and finally OF brushing her
hair. In rhythm to the strokes she
went on:
But. WIN. there isn't any OF
what you might call financial rivalry
between you and the partner
westiake and McCanum--is therer"
lie Tipped into bed with a solemn
back .somersault and a ludicrous kick
OF his heels as he tucked HIS legs
under the blankets lie snorted.
lfnTu MOI y nFtff NfN AIkN MY
man a nickel he can get away from
me--fafriy."
But In westiaks fairf LINT he
siyT"
"say Is the word. Hes . for. that
boy
She saw Guy roriock's grin IN the
mirror. She flushed.
Krnnicott. with his arms behind
his head. WINS yawninR.
-yump. He's smooth. too srnooth.
Bu, bet make prctt near as much
an wcrtiake and McCnnum both to-
gethcr. tho I've never wanted tn
grab more than my Just share. IL
anybody wants 20 go 20 the partners
instead of TO rne. that's his business.
Tho I must say II makes me tired
when westlake gets hold of the
Dawsons. Here Luke Dawson had
been coming TO me for every toe
ache and a lot OF little things that
Just wasted my time. and then when
his grandchiid was here last summer
and had summercompiainf. sup
pose. or something like that. prob
nbly--you know. the time you and
drove up 20 Lacqui .Meurt--why.
wcstlake got hold Of Ma Dawson.
and scared her to death. and made
her think the hid had appendicitis.
and. by goily. II he and McGanum
didn't operate. and hoilcr their heads
off about tho terrible adhesions they
and WIN Mayo they were for CLASSY
surgery. They let on that n they'd
waited two hours more the kid would
have developed peritonitis. and God
knows what all: and then they col
iected nice fat hundred and fifty
dollars. And probably they'd have
charged three hundred. II they
hadn't been afraid OF me, I'm no
hog, but ! certainly do hate 10 give
old Luke ten dollars worth OF advice
for dollar and half. and then see
hundred and fifty so glifnmcrfng.
And II can't do a better 'pendec-
tony than either wcstlake or Nc
Ganum. I'll eat my batr'
As she crept into bed she was dax.
zlcd by Guys blazing grin. She ex-
perimcnted:
"But Westiake In clevercr than his
son.in.law. don't You think7-
Eyes. westiake may be oid-fash-
Toned and all that, but he's got a
certain amount OF intuition. while
McGanum goes into everything bull.
headed. and butts his way thru like
a damn yahoo. and tries TO argue
his patients into having whatever he
diagnoses them as hav About
the best thing Mac can do - 10 stick
10 baby.Enatchlng. He's just about
on par with this corresponding
chiropractor female. Mrs Matte
Gooch."
Mrs. westiake and Mrs. McGan-
UNI. tho--they're nice. They've been
awfully cordial 10 me"
''weil. no reason why they
shouldn't be, IL therc7 Oh. they're
nice enough--tho you can bet your
bottom dollar they're both plugging
for their husbands all the time, try
ing 10 get the business. And I don't
know as I call It so damn cordial In
Mrs. McGanum when I hollcr at her
on the street and she mods back like
she had a sore neck. stu, she's all
right. It's Ma Westlake that makes
the mischief. pussyfooting around
all the time. But I wouldn't trust
any Westlake out OF the whole lot.
and while Mrs. McGanum seems
square enough. you don't never want
10 forget that she's Westlake's
daughter. You betF'
"What about Or. Gould7 Don't
YOU think he's worse than either
Westiake or McGanum7 He's so
cheap--drinking. and playing pool.
and always smoking cigars In such a
coclsy way"
That's all right nowi Terry
Could In n good deal of n tin-horn
sport, but he knows a lot about med.
icine. and don't you forget II for one
sccondr'
She stared down Guys grin. and
asked more cheerfully, lis be'hon'
est. tooY
"Oooooooooool Gosh. I'm sleepy
He burrowed beneath the bedclothes
In a luxurious stretch, and came up
like n diver. shaking his head. as he
complained. "How's that7 Who?