The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1932-12-29
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Crooked Bill stroked his chin and
spat thin amber stream over the
veranda railing. 'Tell you what
you do, son." he announced pres
emily, and Glenn Hackett leaned
forward to listen to the words of
wisdom from the oracle. "You stay
to dinner just as If nothing out of
the ordinary had occurred. Ro-
berta1l dine in her room, If she has
any appetite at all, which doubt,
because the maidll tell her you're
still here and she'll think that's In
decent Of you. Let her think It.
Continue to come out unlimited and
unexpected whenever the notion
grips you, when she gives you the
dead face you grin at her like a
Chinese idol and tell her how win
some she looks in that new dress.
Continue to advertise yourself, son."
Pausing not an instant in her pre-
cipitate flight from the most amaz-
ing and impossible male biped she
had ever encountered, Roberta An
trim fled to her room, locked the
door, lay down on her bed and in
dulged herself for ten minutes In
that delight of her sex customarily
known as good cry.
''The wretch" she sOliloquized.
1.-THE odious boor! He had the eff
frontery to talk to me exactly as If
] were refractory client instead
of the girl he had but moment be-
fore assured he loved to distrac-
ton. Oh. dear, what humiliation !!
| hate him, hate him. I'll never
speak to him again as long as /
live"
When woman has come to that
conclusion. quite usually she finds
it time to cease vain repining and
weeping, lave her inflamed eyes with
some soothing lotion and powder
her nose. So presently Roberta did
all of these things and while doing
them appraised herself very critical
ly In her mirror. She knew she had
medium-sized. well-shaped head
covered with the sort of golden tint
ed auburn hair which so many WON
en- attempt, but which few achieve
She had the sort Of rich creamy
skin that goes with such hair; her
eyebrows and eyelashes were dark
er than her hair, their luxuriance
conveying q hint of Celtic blood.
Her eyes, large. brown and trifie
sleepy. owing to her acquired trick
Of gazing up at men from under
the lids. were ideal for setting the
reason Of an impressionable male
t0ttering on it's throne. Her nose
had just escaped being snubby and
was tilted at so gentle an angle as
to confer upon her family naughty
expression when her face was in re-
pose. She had short, beautifully
curved upper lip-which adorable
malformation permitted much too
easy display Of even. hard white
teeth. Her lower lip was full. ten
der and just shade willful. Her
chin was full and aggressive, her
body beautifully formed, 1.-THE as a
cats and suggestive OF Astounding
health and much outdoor exercise.
Despite her almost startling beau
ty one realized instinctively that
Roberta was not (sentimentally
speaking) a clinging vine. One felt,
too. that she had healthy temper.
despite her perennial good nature
and her tolerance for her own sex.
AS matter Of fact Roberta did pos
sess a temper readily aroused. but
she had the saving grace Of refusing
to admit 1t except under extraordi.
nary circumstances.
Appraising herself In her mirror,
Roberta reflected with sort of
sweet bitterness that she had
dressed that afternoon with an eye
single to impinging herself upon the
cool, quietly impersonal glance Of
Glenn Hackett. IF l were a girl
who wore diamonds to the break.
fast table," she told her reflection.
"there might have been some ex-
cuse for his gauche conduct. One
moment he had proposed and the next
he was withdrawing the proposal.
l wouldn't have accepted him on a
bet, nice as he is and comfortable
as he is to have around. but he
might have given me an opportunity
to say so! He was terrible! He
gave ME the impression that, in one
revealing moment, he had seen
something in me that revolted him
and I'm not revolving, I'm not, I'm
not"
Once more she gave way to tears
but not for long. She dried her eyes
and applied the powder rag. And
then the real reason for her charm
the reason men adored her and
made love to Represented itself.
Roberta was good sport-none bet
ter, and hated a gutter with all
the strength of her vital, intelligent
soul. She made little grimace at
herself.
swell. Bobby Antrim. you took a
mans size beating, didn't you?
That Hackett imbecile isn't dun. at
any rate. And did start to say
something banal-aIl about never