White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-03-27

THE EXILE OF {:
THE LARIAT
BY HONoRE WlLLSlE
Copyright 1928
s Frederick A. Stokes Company
New York
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
CONTINUED from Last Week)

iIIIlIi
CONTINUED from Last Week.
"You agreed not to bring up that
matter" protested Hugh.
"And yet, | have every right in The
world to speak to you about it, Hugh"
insisted his mother-in-law. Il can't get
rid of the feeling that with all your
Boosting about loving the truth, you
are very unfair to me. You are wreck
ing my daughters life. You won't
let me utter protest"
Hugh looked at. her clearly. Mrs.
Morgan, you know Jessie doesn't care
for me-"
81 don't know anything of the kind.
| never did understand her. Anyhow,
caring has very little to do with mar
ried life. If only the people who loved
each other stayed married, about one
marriage in a hundred would sur
vive."
Good Lord!" calculated Hugh
Even l am not disillusioned as
that"
you're not as old as l. Pshaw!
Why, you know that Pink and don't
care a straw about each other! We
stay together simply because l think
it's right. And l certainly don't think
you have any right to cast Jessie off
She doesn't deserve it. And divorce
is an awful thing, any way you put it.
"A divorce is a clean, surgical Gu
that heals a mistake" replied Hugh
"a person as lacking in sentiment as
you, certainly should see that ever
about her own daughter"
"Ah, but this is not a mistake!" ex
claimed his mother-in-law. "It's Oil.
lack of adjustment. However, Nv,
said my say. You've been unexpect
eddy patient with me and I'll try no
to interfere again. What is your an
swer to my political proposition
Hugh?"
How can there be but one al
swer?" asked Hugh, bitterly. "Bu
when l enter the fight, Mrs. Morgan
| warn you that shall show no qual
ter to family or to any other huma
being whom 1 discover is trying t
block or manipulate me-"
81 hope you'll live up to that war;
ing, Hughie," said his mother-in-laW
systematically "The first thing we ar
going to do, Hugh, is to take on oha
airplane the government is giving up.
What has an airplane got to
with this fight?" demanded Hugh
Don't try to make circus of me
Mrs. Morgan!"
The little woman sat forward il
her favorite attitude on the edge o
her chair. Lets settle this mattel
Do you understand politics, Hughie
mo, don't"
"Hughie, began life at lively
washing dishes on the Glover Liz
ranch. I'm now the leading wona
citizen of Wyoming. did it by havin
a natural instinct for playing pol
tics"
Il suppose you did," admitted Hug.
reluctant admiration in his voice.
i. "Then we're that far along!" MI
Morgan nodded. Now, Hughie, If va
will just agree to put yourself entirel
in my hands, we'll save the Old Siou
| Tract"
"Tll play the game you've outline
| but l shall insist on discussing detail
with you. Hanged if I'll stand ft
cheap methods"
Mrs. Morgan studied first Hugh
face, then the stove, then her ow
capable hands. After moment
this she darted a quick glance agai
at her son-inlaw.
Every we'll, Hughie. The airplan
because 1t is very modern and real
efficient and expeditions. want yc
to buy it. You can get it for the prit
Of jitney, am told. If you haven
the cash, Jessie will buy it."
"Jessie?" queried Hugh in astonisl
ment.
Eyes, Jessie. Old Auntie Gretche
has died at last, and she left Jessi
quite a sum Of money. | promise
Jessie l wouldn't say how much"
I'm mighty glad for JESSIE" sal
Hugh, heartily; "but | want it unde
stood that Jess isn't to contribute On
cent to this campaign"
why not?" demanded Mrs. Mo
gan.
"All these years." the old bite
ness was in Hugh's voice, Jessie ha
refused to help me. It's too late now