White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-06-27

because she was usually employed
during the winter, and 1t was only
when a well-to-do relative sent her a
check that she could afford few
weeks in Florida. But Miss Eyester
was one of his favorites, and he i'm
mediately expressed the hope that she
was to stay the entire season, while
he noticed that she was wearing a
mounted bear-claw for hat-pin.
mo-" she replied, blushing.
Not until then had Mr.. Gone OBJ
served the Montana diamond flashing
on her finger.
"Ah-h?" He raised his eyebrows In
quiringly.
| Miss Eyester nodded.
"In January"
"a Western millionaire, venture?'
he suggested playfully.
"A stockman."
"Indeed?" A new respect was In
Mr.. Cones manner. "Cattle?"
Sheep" replied Miss Eyester
proudly. "Mr. Fripp is herding at
present"
The day came, finally, when Mr..
Cone found it not only expedient but
necessary to arrange signal with
the operator at the switchboard for
certain contingencies. A close observ-
er might have noticed preliminary
THAT reminds me" was invariably
followed by an imperative announce
ment Mr.. Cone was wanted on the
telephone. The only person whom
their enthusiasm did not weary was
Miss Mary Macpherson, because di
rectly and indirectly 1t all redoundet
to the credit of her nephew whom she
now carefully called Wallace, as more
betitting the dignity of successful
Dude Wrangler" than the diminutive
Wallie's refusal to accept her offe
had brought tears of disappointment
to the eyes of the lonely woman, We
secretly she respected his pride ant
has a large ranch, oh, very larg'
place-several days ride around it,
boosted to strangers of his independ
ence.
my nephew, Wallace Macpherson
you may have heard Of him? He ha
large interests in Wyoming. Wen
West without penny, practically
too proud to accept help from any
one-that's the Macpherson of it
and now, they tell me, he Is one Of tn
important men of the country"
She was sometimes tempted to mer
ton the extent of his holdings, an
, put the acreage we'll up into the thor
| sands, hut since Miss Macpherson wa
, a truthful woman with sensitiv
i conscience, she contented herself wit
declaring, merely:
3 my nephew, Wallace Macpherson
He was all she had, and blood is ia
: thicker than water. She was hungr
Y for sight of him, and every day ir
creased her yearning. While letter
from him now arrived regularly, h
said nothing in any Of them Of comm
. to Florida. His extensive interests
! she presumed, detained him, and h
was too good business man to neg
lect affairs that needed him.
She had promised to go to him mex
summer, but next summer was Ion
). way off and there were times whe
she was strongly tempted to make tn
journey in winter in spite of tn
northern billiards. of which, Will
: tanning themselves, they read wit
gusto.
A blizzard was raging at presen
according to the paper from whic
Mr.. Appel was reading the headline
aloud to the group on the veranda. Al
: trains were stalled west of the Mil
sissippi and there was three feet G
snow on the level in Denver.
THAT reminds me-"
Only too we'll Mr.. Gone knew wha
Mr. Budlong's remark portended. TIL
hotel proprietor was having an inter
esting conversation with Mrs. Appe
upon the relative merits of moth-p pre-
ventives, but he arose abruptly.
Mr.. Appel opined. when Mr.. Per
rose had finished, that "Canby mad
a poor showing"
| Il could have done as we'll mysel
if had been able to get there" H
, added speculatively: Il suppose Car
by and Miss Penceley are engaged b
, now--or married. Wallie hasn't mer
toned it In his letters, has he?"
Miss Macpherson replied in the nel
alive.
HE might not, anyway" remarke
Mrs. Appel. Helene was nice CIR
and attractive, but could see tina
she did not interest him."
Mrs. Budlong, who had one ey
closed trying to thread a needle with
out her glasses, observed succinctly:
, Men are funny"
She intended to qualify her state
. ment by saying that some are funnie