Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-07-29
A BIT o. FLUFF
BY NORA LYNCH.

| you ndu come III Oh the ScCUHu act VI
"A Bit o. Fluff" The setting was the
same, the canopy of blue. blue sky
spread over the grass-green, flower
dotted carpet. the stile and the
gnarled old tree, even to the tiny red
haired star In her blue and yellow ruff
ies, whom critics declared gave the
| piece Its name.
At her feet gazing up at her, just
as you and l watched them 80 often
during the last six months. reclined
the young leading man, Terry West.
Had you seen all this you would have
held your breath, waiting for the first
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
ting was the same, the lines were diff |
fercnt. Moreover, there was tiny
pucker between Doree's arched brows, |
almost petulant twist to the lovely
little mouth. Terry was speaking
easily, swiftly.
"Doree," he finished, 'fts chance
for us both to be real to get away
from all the tawdriness. It's a chance
for little home" he broke off. "You
are going to try it with me-" he said
and waited, gripping tightly a small
brown twig.
Dorees face was a study In con-
ficting emotions. She knew what his
chance meant to Terry. He had never
cared for the stage as she cared.
TERRY, boy" she glanced at his
1.-THE slenderness from the corner OF /
her eye, mo can dol" 1
"WhyT The monosyllable was al t
most impersonal. The little brown o
wig snapped In two. O
A pause. Doree was finding 1t hard 8
speak. Finally gazing straight b
head, she said: "Jere Canty's wife p
getting her divorce-so-" she
hrugged. Then "Why did Rose Har- -
God give you my address" impa- j
ently. Her mood changed abruptly.
Terry, boy, You know how like
ou-but I'm silk mad Her voice
ropped lower. II am so tired of cot
IN, gray ugly cotton, which cramps
Outh and beauty and love-" 10
"Jere CAVITY can give YOU silk" he sh
roke in harshly, and you viii give up
. love for d scrap of silk. he mar Co
eled CT
She sprang lightly to her feet. Bal
icing on her toes, she caught mis- w
Iouiders between small white fingers. I
The wide blue eyes, the fragrant red cp
outh were very near. He was
mpted to kiss that mouth til the
hite lids closed over the wide blue
es. Instead, he thrust her roughly
Vay and turning, went down the
ad. DOree watched him out of sight.
Small things change the course of
r lives; but for that trip to the city
'ree would not have been talking to DER
re Canty's wife in the little sitting ira
Dm OF the cottage, two hours later. ton
riosity was her predominating emo all
n; curiosity hidden under her sal,
'st grown-up manner. Jere Canty, ~
millionaire over night, man about
vn, with boylshness his gray hair 'll'e
! rugged physique could not alto ~
her disguise, and this apple dump Cou
2 of woman with her work-worn bein
Ids and her dowdy clothes, his acti
e. D,
Mothery, though" she thought
fully. "I'd like to tell her about 100 :.
ry boy"
arthe Canty was speaking. \
ough the crazy tumble of her own
lghts Doree caught a word here Entr
there. "Jere's just boy, for all U.
years" Funny, and he always
led so old to her. Had Terry No
vet sha u,ondauo5 49, F. S
SOMA nov, 49,, "aS' who,
be his latest. The Idea pleased 80 ,'i CO
She nodded her head stif1y, like 80. T
toy. "He always comes Boise
TO me" Marthe CAVITY seemed tentio
kind to come home to. Would lish C
Y write to her? He could not have before
unless he walked; there was no anissi'
unt;, nino 81, 10 No Gath {
-, -. -. = ~ Ieeiins was Clai
e iioi neait' Wnat would Charl,
he Canty do If Doree should Fred
Into that comfortable lap and OF Sh
a good cry?r j15-a1
rthes next question brought Do =.
thoughts up short M
= dear" she asked, do you love
,re?' U.
e himi She did not, she could NJ
all her love belonged to Terry. Mrs. i
she had sent away. Somehow who, {
'und herself In Marines Ian soh- Homes
nut the tale of Terry and the sI,k SWHN
'ould have to be cotton. Marines ton 81
held her comfortingly, under East,
ngly. Their of a sudden the ., -, u
ceased. She slid to her feet. above
IT." she commanded Marthe as ney, u.
n the room. She was back in Idaho.
nutes. turban OF crushed VIC
llied down on her curls, fuzzy Fred I
ms .TaI, J.ra oas ~ George
~ '1u neipeu mo Farrell
"nisperea as she held 1ulys-2s