The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1927-10-27
Not All Women Are
Made of Putty
BY CORONA REMINGTON

i 4 young nor old. well-tn,lo well
dressed and decidedly good looking.
suffered from what his enemies
might have called a superior com
pick.
Immediately upon his arrival III
Warrenton to take over the
branch office of the ID. B. Securities
he became the social lion of the
Warrenton Golf and Country club
set. Manageable widows and ma
irons with manageable daughters
besieged him with invitations. He
saw and understood and smiled to
himself, for Warrenton women
were not the first who had looked
at him and found him good, hut
billiard Craig had certain fixed
standards of his own for women,
and especially for the woman whom
he might choose to be his wife. And
that lucky girl whom he should
finally choose to share his name
would have TO live up to his stand
ards, or there would be a scene in
the house of Craig.
When he finally met the girl OF
his dreams he would make it plain
from the start what would be ex-
pected of her.
Strange, when a man is fancy
free where his fancy will alight.
Marjorie Hips, airy and fairy as
she could be, completely captivated
Craig from the first day he met
her at the golf links, all sparkling
and flushed from exercise. her gold
en- hair scintillating in the sun
shine-a perfect doll of girl.
"Here is something altogether
sweet and pliable," thought Craig
in a flash. 'aToo young to have
opinions of her own and not too
full of brains to grow 'em later in
life"
ooh, say" he laughed in &C.
knowledging the Introduction, "you
look like wild flower just picked
out of the woods. Can you be real
or are you going to float away like
pipe dream? I'm afraid to take
my eyes off you FOR fear you will
disappear, so don't mind if / stare,
will your"
She laughed the gayest, most un-
self-conscious little laugh, like rip
plfng water, and glanced up at him
with her cornf1ower eyes.
you're a dreadful flirt," she
teased.
mo. I'm serious. It's only flirt-
ing when you don't mean it."
Craig became like a man pos
sessed. He gave Marjorie the rush
of her rather rushed young life.
He made himself irresistible, but
all the time he never lost track
Of his working plans. He spoke
freely to Marjorie of a first mar
rage and subsequent death two
years later of his wonderfully beau.
tiful wife, Edith. He brought
her into his conversation fire.
quently.
mo, Edith was always so fair
and just, she always understood :
no quarreling or nagging. Wish you
could have known her."
Marjorie was at first sorry for
the man who had lost the woman
he loved and admired so deeply,
but after a while Edith got on her
nerves. At times she almost
wished she didn't love billiard, but
she did love him; in fact. she knew
that right then she was as good
as enga ged to him and she also
knew that. there was no one else on
earth who could give her the hap
piness that his very presence gave.
If only he'd stop talking about
Edith
'.Now, Edith was always so SEN
sible. remember one
time. -. :" Craig began one
evening.
'Hilliard. darling, come with me
a minute" she said, her face
flushed, her eyes like stars.
She led him out of the room, then
suddenly turned back and quickly
closed the door on him.
"Now. I've had enough" she told
him through the keyhole. ST don't
ever want to see you and your
Edith again." Her voice rose and
broke in sob, but she gulped II
down and continued: you're as
much in love with her as you ever
were, and I'm not going to have
her thrown up to me with every
breath you draw. Edith was like
this, Edith was like that. Every
body had to Come up to Edith's
standards. I guess not! I'll be my
self or nobody. And you can hunt
you some other fool girl who's will
ing to be a slave to a dead wom-
an, for I'm not and never will be-
Then Marjorie flung herself on
the divan and burst into tears.
Darling, let me in" begged
Craig, rafting the doorknob. 81
want to explain. You're breaking
my heart. Do let me in"
But Marjorie made no move and
after moment she heard KEY
rattle in the lock. Craig entered,
wild-eyed, rushed across the room
and throwing himself on his knees
buried his head on her shoulder.
"Oh. Marjorie. precious. never
thought, never realized that ii
would hurt. I just had certain
standards for my wife and want.
sed to let her know my ideas before
hand. Angel. I'll never was
married in my life. I swear it was
just my fool idea Of a tactful way
Of putting It."
Marjorie removed the little ball
of handkerchief from her eyes
and arnd af him