White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-08-19

Mrs. RaXon was afraid of him. She
knew he would not forgive her If she
failed, and yet was conscious that she
lacked ability for the part she was to
play. He came Of better family than
she. He was never at loss conversa-
tionally. 1t was wise, she thought, to
point out her limitations now.
II don't expect you to catch onto
this social end yet. You can hire a
well-bred woman to teach you. When
you've learnt all she can teach, fire
her and get another. It's good sys-
TEN. I've used 1t lot. Don't expect
to consult me. shall be too busy
I've got to remodel this place so II
doesn't look SO much like summer
hotel. I'm a little doubtful of the
furniture All Bellington knew was to
put his faith in upholsterers. I'm go.
ing to make a nine-hole golf course, q
polo ground and swimming pool"
ooh, but Paul." she cried, II shall
have to ask you when l don't know. =
"Ask me as little as you cam" he
snapped. 1T will cost you money to
run this place like well-oiled ma
chine, but I'm not limiting you. Hire
anyone you want to help you"
She looked again through the list OF
names. Among them were those OF
whose doings she had read in the so
cial columns for years. Some were
equally prominent In politics and
finance. The name McKimber headed
the list.
"Make the most you can, without
OVERRIDING it, of the McKimbers," he
commanded. II want the world t,
think McKimber and l are bosom
| friends. Cultivate his wife. She's
| fat, too, so you can talk calories to
! gether Young Robin McKimber IL
more or less society type and will
be glad to find polo field here wher
he comes"
II wish I understood you better,
she said trifle wistfully. She hat
not been the only woman to say that
"I'm glad you don't" he said cryp
tically; "that prevents your giving mt
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peculiar Joy it is to play lone hand
If you share secrets, they are onl.
fifty per cent your own"
She was vastly relieved that sht
had confessed her ineptltudes. Sh'
could 20 the more cheerfully abou
her tasks now. She wondered VIII,
the McKimbers were so important Ii
Paul's eyes, Other names exceeded
them far In the social scale as she ap
pretended it. That he had been chair
man of the national committee Of he
husbands party meant nothing to Mrs
Raxon. Her thoughts turned t
Robin, the polo-playing heir to grea
riches. Well, her own Gertrude wa
good looking and great heiress. Sh
felt a spirit of gratitude toward he
husband which had long been a stran
ger to her Most men hated theil
wives embarking on deliberate at
| tempts to capture society.
The idea Of hiring the well-bred
woman came back to her when she felt
| her buffers sheer. How that man
SccluSu W ulSllhc 1loW
he seemed and how aware of her so.
cial deficiencies. Yet she lacked the
courage to dismiss him. She opened
her mouth as though to frame a sen
tence which would annlhilate him and
reduce him to the ranks of one looking
for work, when her courage failed
Distinctly there was something to be
| said for the well-bred woman. Such
one would know how to deal with
buffers like this.
"a Miss Brown to see you, madam,
| said the butler. From his tones 1t
seemed Miss Brown was only less dis
tasteful than his employer. He pre-
sented card on silver tray. I'm
der Miss Browns name was penciled,
IL am calling at the suggestion of Mrs.
Hamilton Buxton"
Although Mrs: Raxon had not been
in her native land for some years, she
knew Mrs. Buxton's name very well
as distinguished member Of the
smart hunting set. Also Mrs. Bux-
toms name was among those to be
cultivated. She would see Miss
Agatha Brown.
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