The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-09-07
CHAPTER Il-continued

CHAPTER ll-continued
The car turned at last into the
Du Val driveway. To the right on a
hillside lay the studios Of Oscar Du
Val. Doris caught a glimpse of his
famous dying Indian" a piece of
sculpture of which she had often
seen pictures. The way led up a
long curving road toward big vel
low Colonial house with white pill
lars over the porch.
A tall handsome man was stand
ing on the porch. He had white hair
and piercing black eyes. He was
watching the car anxiOusly. He
waved with a violent, unAmerican
cordiality.
"Ah, Oscar will be so happy" said
Mrs. Du Val, as the car came to a
stop before the house.
Oscar Du Val sprang down the
stairs with the energy Of boy and
opened the door before the chauf-
feur could move. A warm smile on
his lips leaped into his eyes.
aAh, Doris p
He helped her out of the car, and
surveyed her ecstatically at arms
length.
Then he folded her close to him,
kissed her on the cheek and sought
the eyes of his beamfng wife.
"Adoree," he said, 'you were
right"
sour Rocky is no fool?'
"Ah, yes, our Rocky is no fool,
after all"
Doris smiled shyly as Oscar Du
Val released her. "You are so nice
to me. But how can you tell so
qufckly?"
.sBah," said Du Val, always /
know instantly about people"
after he sees them, he knows"
said his wife with a slight overtone
of sarcasm. Before that, he is not
so sure. He believes that our Rocky
has not the good sense to choose
himself nice girl. He is sure that
our Rocky"
Du Val put his palms together
In an attitude that was half pray
erful, and half playful. "Ah, Doris,
you must forgive me. You are GO
ing to forgive me all those things
which I have said to Rocky about
you. I did not know you were such
q girl. How could I know? And you
too must admit that you have been
wrong. To tell us nothing
"There he goes" scolded Mrs.
Du Val. Before our little Doris
can step into the house he is al
ready reproaching her."
sNo, no." said Du Val. "Come
we will go In. Where is your lug
gageT
Louis, the chauffeur, was taking
down the bags with their initials
d. ". A little maid in a black
dress with white apron came out
of the house and picked up the
hat box. Doris felt full of happi-
ness. Surely she had come home.
These kind people were ready to
shower her with love. "Come
Doris" said Mrs. Du Val impor-
family. cat such time, you must
get plenty of rest. will show you
to your ROOM
They went upstairs. Louis came
In carrying her bags. and maid
q Estelle lowered ready to unpack
them. Mrs. Du Val sent her away
with brisk clap Of her compe-
tent little hands. "She is too tired
now. And she wishes to unpack
her own things. She is like me,
n'est-ce pasY She looked at Do
ris. "You wish to superintend your
own unpacking?"
ooh, yes, oh, yes" said Doris
eagerly. She was hardly able to
wait to see If the inside of the
bags might not give her some clue.
Sand I'm not In the least tired. ]
can do it now"
"Oh no. At such a time in q
woman's life she must rest" Mrs
Du Val looked at her with some
mysterious light in her eyes that
she could not understand. "You
have had a tiresome trip. But
look! Look what I have got fol
your room. AS special surprise
"Where? What?"
Don't you see? On the dress
ing table?" s@
In a silver frame the face of 6
young man smiled with an air O.
youthful seriousness.
"Our Rockyi" said Mrs. Du Va
tenderly.
Instantly Doris loved his face
She seized the picture and gaze'
at it hungrily.
So this was Rocky. Rocky, he
husband.
She gave a long sigh of relief