White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1931-10-15
By
v DIN a Ferber
Copyright by Edna Ferber.
WNU Service. Fl

Indian agent at Wazhazhe threatened
to let the bill go unpaid. He alone
had the power to check the outpour-
ing Of Indian gold, and even he fire.
Guently was unable to cope with their
mad extravagances.
tits disgusting" Sabra Cravat said,
again and again. what are they
good for? What earthly good are
they? Ignorant savages who do moth
ing but eat and sleep and drive around
in their ridiculous huge automobiles
keep money in circulation" Sol
Levy replied, for she often took him
to task after seeing line Of Indian
cars parked outside the Usage Mer-
camille company's store.
"You ought to be ashamed Of your
SELF"
"Now, now, Sabra. Not so grand,
| please. don't do like dozens Of
other merchants here in town. Make
out bills for goods they haven't bought
them double on the bill that the Indian
agent sees, and return them the over
charge They come in my store, they
| pay what the article is marked, and
they get what they pay for. Inez Bull
comes in and gets a silk step-in, or
Sun Maker he buys twelve pounds Of
chicken and ten pounds of pork. I
should tell them they can't have 1t!
Let the President Of the United States
do it. The Big White Father
Not only did Yancey agree with Sol,
he seemed to find enormous satisfac-
tion in the lavishness with which they
spent their oil money in the very alb
surdity Of the things they bought.
Donna came home from bridge
| party one afternoon, the creamy Ven
able pallor showing the Marcy tinge
! of GENEROUS rage. She burst in upon
! Sabra, home from the Office.
do you know that Gin spends his
time at the Big Elks' when we think
he's out in the oil fields?'
Sabra met this as calmly as might
be. "He's working near there. He
told me he had seen them"
"Seen them! That miserable Gazelie
Slaughter said that he's out there all
the time. All the time, tell you, and
that he and Ruby drive around in her
car, and he eats with them, he stays
there, he"
"Tll speak to your father. Gins
coming home Saturday. Gazelle is an
CRY at Gin, you know that, because
he won't notice her and she likes
| him.
She turned her clear appraising gaze
upon this strange daughter Of hers.
She thought, suddenly, that Donna
was like cobra, with that sleek black
head, that cold and slanting eye, that
long creamy throat in which a pulse
sometimes could be seen to beat and
swell little the only sign of emotion
in this battling creature.
/ ''Ill tell you what, Donna. If you'd
pay little less attention to your
brothers social lapses and little
more to your own vulgar conduct, per-
haps it would be BETTER
Donna bestowed her rare and brill
liant smile upon her Fortnight mother.
CHOW, now, darling! I suppose say,
what do you mean? And you say,
you know very we'll what 1 mean"
"You certainly do know what
mean. If you weren't my own daugh-
ter I'd say your conduct with Tracy
Wyatt was that of a-a-"
"Harlot," put in Donna, sweetly.
"Donna! How can you talk like
that? You are breaking my heart.
Haven't / had enough? I've never
complained, have I? But now-you-''
Donna came over to her and put
her arms about her, as though she
were the older woman protecting the
| younger. "It's all right, mamma dar-
ling. You just don't understand. Life
\ isn't as simple as it was when you
were frontier gal. I know what l
want and I'm going to get it,"
Sabra shrugged away from her;
faced her with scorn. give seen you.
I'm ashamed for you. You press
against him like alike "a" Again
/, she could not say it. Another gener-
alton. "And that horse you ride. You
say he loans it to you. He gave it to
you. It's yours. What for?"
She was weeping.
II tell you it's all right, mamma. He
did give it to me. He wants to give
me lots of things, but won't take
them-yet. Tracy's in love with me.
He thinks I'm young and beautiful and
stimulating and wonderful. He's mar
ried to dried-up, vinegary, bitter old
bag who was just that when he mar
ried her, years ago. He's never known
what love is. She has never given
him children. He's insanely rich, and
not too old, and rather sweet. We're
going to be married. Tracy will get his
divorce. Money does anything. 1t
has taken me year and half to do
it. I've never worked so hard in all
my life. But it's going to be worth it.
Don't worry, darling. Tracy's making
an honest woman Of your hayward
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