The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-05-31
CHAPTER 25, SCORCHING ANGER

odPJOoN yOd AO SOAA&6 " OAtS Old Mans for dinner?" Georgie said. f4
 "Yes, Did you come into the apartment just now and-and go out again?" Jenny asked,
 Two seemed to be company"
 How dare you, Georgie!" And then-"Oh, we can't be quarrel ing It's too fantastic, when he has been counting the hours till he sees you againl You must be tired or very unhappy to let your self speak like that!"
 Jenny's face was quivering and now Georgie's, too, broke up and twisted her smile into a pathetic thing.
 "Yes, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm tired, and I'm unhappy, too. Don't hate me honey, not anyway until we've talked this business out. Run along now, and stand up to the old devil all you can, he seems to like it. Oh, and Jenny, if you should see Garth Agency at Rochester Gate you remember the man I mean? take most deadly care not to breathe a word about Ed and me. You'll probably find out why for yourselfl"
 Jenny went on down the stairs and into the taxi which Gill had summoned for her and as she went she said to herself over and over again-'1Georgie's tired and unhappy people don't know what they're saying when they are very tired and unhappy. ;
 The taxi lurched along to the tune of it. People don't know what they're saying" But they ought to knowl Georgie ought to know that there were things one simply never, never allowed one self to imagine! Jenny's hot, sud- den anger scorched her again.
 The anger did not last. Little Miss Georgina had learned many useful lessons with grandfather. It never was wise, she had learned, to be angry because others did things that, oneself, one would never do People were different Jenny was Jenny. Georgie was Georgie. Jenny's sore mind went back to the night when Georgie had said-'tAt a pinch I could say that it was you Eddie married, not me" Something coarse-grained in the nature that planned the tell ing of such lie!
 Perhaps; but Jenny's curved hand slipped between two folds of frosty silver green-there was so much else to remember. Georgie gave and gave and never had enough of giving; when she chose silver frock for her little cousin, she did it royalty with a laugh and a kiss.
 She woke up to the fact that the taxi had stopped and she hur- ried out. The high, -fronted house seemed familiar to her af- ter Georgie's intimate chatter about the old man who ruled it; but Jenny had not prepared for the beauty of the hall. Georgie had said nothing about the gleaming floors and the softly hanging East ern silks and the silvered lights. As Jenny went under them in the wake of grave butler, she felt as though she were a swan, swim ming in a silver lake.
 Perhaps she looked like one as she entered the big, glittering room at the end of the hall, for her host stared at her through sud denly narrowed eyes, faintly smil- ing, and seemed to forget that he had apologies to make, and ex- plantations.
 Jenny's heart tumbled suddenly stopped, then went on.
 MT. Matching isn't here yet?' she asked.
 Garth Agency collected himself
 I'm sorry, I should have told you at once-he's not well enough to dine with us. Later on, if il wouldn't bore you, he would very much like to see you upstairs" q didn't know that he was ill