White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1930-05-16
CHAPTER v1-Continued


He could not keep Carla out Of his
mind. She came to him wildly when
he stood In the shadow of the ancient
chapel of the Ursulines. at Quebec.
where he had seen through the chan
Gel grating the lovely nun whose face
and ayes had looked so much like
Carla's. In Lower Town tie went into
the little old church of Notre Dame
des VICTORIES, and he felt as Ii she
were standing at lis side She seemed
to be a part of the composure and
beauty and age-old enchantment OF
which he loved, as If in some past day
her soul had helped to mold and St
their destinies. Here, like himself.
Carla could dream, and see ghosts and
mystic fabrics Of forgotten things
where others saw only slow dissolu
ton and ruin Of brick and mortar and
wood. In her eyes were the deep and
slumbering lights which linked the
memories of the past with the mys.
teries Of the future-in Claire's the
vibrant life of a glorious present To.
gether, he thought. these two women
held the world in their breasts, from
its beginning to its end.
He was at the dock an hour ahead
of the chip. When it arrived he drew
himself back of the waiting people.
for he knew that Claire would moi he
In the rush of DISSEMINATING passen.
gers nor would she be along the rail
in the crush that always gathered to
wave their greetings to friends and
relatives. 1t surprised him when he
found her to be one )f the first ON the
landing walk. AS she came down he
could see that she was looking for
him. She was the same Claire, tall.
slim, eXquisitely dressed, woman to
be picked out of thousand He
could always expect Claire like that,
wife any man would be enormously
proud to possess He waved his hat
and she SAW him. A swift. beautiful
smile passed over her face. and in his
eagerness to reach her he made his
way little roughly through the
crowd. His heart was jumping He
was meeting her al0ne--no one but
himself to greet her while always be-
fore there had been muny. One dream
had come true!
When they met he held out his
arms But that was not t'laire's way.
She was always right, never forgetfnl
of the fitness of things-and gave him
her hands. Her fingers closed warmly
about his She raised her lips and
kissed him. with the light touch nf her
mouth which was part of Claire
"Dear old Paul y she said. "Ai last
I'm homer"
Three days after her arrival Claire
was mistress of the bungalow which
her husband had prepared for hel
visit. Thereafter Paul could look from
the window of his office tn The physical
realization Of the second of his dreams
Claire was at last one of the wives
who lived in the row of cottages on
the hill. While this cream. like the
friendly nut dispassi,nate greeting of
his wife in Quebec, missed something
III luliuIlitut. HGC OIDcuttl uuOIS
through which he was looking 10 still
greater things for himself. and the
woman who was making this fight
against prejudice and environment for
him.
"This time am going to stay until
you become tired Of me and send me
hOme," she told him
The change in her was ineXpiicuble
unless he accepted il MS one Ot sheer
s:,ortsr 'anship. This he did and was
warmed by fhe thought of what ne
was bonnd to give in return for 1t
Behind her effort II was not difficult,
for him to see the truth her struggle
against instincts and impulses us deep
~ Unborn as was his own Indian bnm
In himself. The desire to pIt.ns+ l,inr
Its sunny cheer and triendinpss was
an inspiration to hin and strength
ened his resolution 70 twist and bend