White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-08-08

1 carousin' ashore"
| well, he don't loiter and carouse
here no longer. Marcia knows where
he is now" declared Abbie with spirit.
II reckon she's slept more durin' these
last three years than ever she slept in
the ten that went before 'em. She GER
tainly looks it. All her worries seem
to have fallen away from her, leavin'
| her lookin' like girl of twenty. She's
pretty as picture"
"She must be thirty-fve if she's a
day." Rebecca reflected
"She amt. She's scarce over thirty.
But thirty or even more, she don't
look her age"
"S'pose she'll marry AGAIN." VEN
tured Rebecca, leaning forward and
dropping her voice.
Marry? There you go, 'Becca, ro-
lnancin' as usual"
IT amt romancin'. I was lust won
derin'. An I amt the only person in
town askin' the question, neither" re-
torted Mrs. Gill with sniff. There's
scores of others. In fact, I figger the
thought is the uppermost one in the
minds of most everybody"
Abbie laughed.
"Mebbe. In fact, reckon it's" con-
coded she. cts the thought that come
to everyone quick as Jason was buried
Folks round about here are fond of
Marcia an feel she's been cheated out
OF what was her rightful DUE They
want her to begin anew an have what
she'd oughter have had years ago-a
good husband an half dozen chill
dren. I amt denyin' there are GER
tain persons who are more self-seekin'.
amt blind to the fact that once Jason
! was under the sod, bout every widower
IN town sorter spruced up an began
to take notice; an before week was
out every bachelor had bought a new
necktie"
"Abbie!"
Its true. An why, pray, shouldn't
the men cast sleeps eyes at Marcia?
Can you blame 'en? She'd be one wife
in hundred could a body win her
There amt a thing she can't do from
shlnglin' barn down to trimmin' a
hat. She's the match of any old salt
at sailin' boat an can pull an oar
strong as the best of EN- Along with
that she can sew, cook, an mend; pillow
an plant; paper a room. It's marvel
to me how she's kept out of matri-
mony longs this with so many men
millerin' round her.
She certainly's takin' her time. She
don't pear to be in no hurry to get a
husband" smiled Rebecca.
why should she be? Her parents
left her with money in the bank an
the Homestead to boot, an Marcia was
smart enough not to let Jason make
ducks and brakes of her property"
Gall men mightnt fancy havin'
wife hold the tiller, though"
Any man Marcia Howe married
would have to put up with it," Abbie
asserted, biting off a needleful of
thread with a snap of her fine white
teeth. "Marcia's always been captain
OF the ship an she always will be-"
Gathering up her mending, Rebecca
rose
well, can't stay here settlin' Mar
cia's fortune" she laughed. give got
to be goin home. Lemmy'll be wantin'
his supper"
A scuffling on the steps, the kitchen
door swung open and zenas Henry's
lanky form appeared on the threshold,
Behind him tagged his crony, Lemuel
Gill.
well, well, 'Becca, if here amt
Lemmy come to fetch your Abbie |
cried. 'Fraid your wife had deserted
you, Lemmy? She amt. She was Just
this minute settin' out for home"
Il warn't worryin' none," grinned
Lemuel
What you two been doin'?" Abbie
inquired of her husband.
"oh, nothin' much" answered the
big, loose iCinted fellow shrf17ino into