Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-10-25
Another Washing Machine.

He knew the moment he saw her that
she was an agent, and even though he
lived out on the plains, where few hu.
man beings come as the days go by, anc
every one that does come Is a valued
news carrier, an. agent to him was q
person to be avoided. He had no ready
money for anything but to supply the
simplest needs, and he especially did
not wish to tell woman agent that he
could not afford to buy.
The agent" sat down on an old kitch.
en- chair under scraggly cottonwood
sapling ut Is warm. Could I trouble
you for drink of .water?"
Wendell's Eyes, indeed" came over
his shoulder, as he hurried up narrow
lane toward little white painted house
shes got nice brown eyes," he admit
ted on the way back.
II just wondered II could interest
you in q washing machine?"
Wendell laughed. Now, that Is good
live by myself and my laundry prob
lem is very simple. Every two or three
weeks I send bundle by parcel post to
the big town."
"Ohl" The brown eyes leveled at
him, then wandered to the big wheat
field to the south. "You have one OF
the best looking places I've seen fol
days. Your little house looks sweet ur
there, too. But I'm sorry can't sell
you a washing machine. You could
pay for it in the Fall, you know. This
company I'm working for would ar
range for that"
mo, just wouldn't have q bit Of
use for it." He was positive.
The next thing Wendell realized she
was starting her car and saying: Good
1axv MI
Brown Bunting followed the car down
the road q short distance and then they
both just stood and watched her until
she turned east at his corner section.
Ralph unused: Hmm. going to the
Langdons. Hope that sinp Me-l Lang
don went to town today Probably
didn't, though. oh, well, what do !
care? I'm not interested in women"
With little sigh he added: Haven't
been interested in anything much since
mother died last year."
The next day Wendell was cultivat-
ing and perspiring in the heat when q
small green Car with a washing ma
chine packed on the rear passed along
the road. Good Lord, If that simp Merl
Langdon isn't with her" They both
waved at Ralph, but that did not help
matters.
Wendell began to worry about the
dry weather as he toiled and sweltered
in the heat. But, gosh, it does seem
like storm, the atmosphere Is so brassy-
like and sultry."
On Wednesday afternoon Brown Bum
ting whined and ran down the road.
The small green car was coming, and
the agent" slowed and stopped when
she saw him. Ralph, of course, went
down to the road, too.
How'd do, m1ss?" he greeted with
q slight interrogation in his voice.
MY name Is Meadows, Rose Mea-
dows."
Brown Bunting seemed to know you
were coming, Miss Meadows" Ralph
looked at the dog. He was scratching
at the running board Of the car, and
Miss Meadows said: May / take him
along to Upper Corners? Well be back
in a couple of hours"
''Want to 60, old feilow?" Ralph SAID,
surprised at the dogs eagerneSS to get
into the car. His usual manner was
not very friendly to strangers, but
Brown Bunting had shown a fine ap-
prevail of Miss Meadows from the first,
and he now licked her hand and set
tied down on the seat beside her.
An hour later a great storm broke.
It was a steady downpour at Ralph
Wendell's farm, but the clouds we're
very black south and east. Ralph be-
gan unconsciously walking about the
house, watching out Of the window and
atratning his attention In the direction