Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-10-17
Dietrich. Bags: was told there were

der, her smile cheering her eyes with
gratefulness. She took his hand in
both of hers, brought it to her cheek,
and turned her lips to it. Then she
let it go as if it were something she
were entrusting to him. There are
the bags" she said, pointing.
She stood by the door, her golden
head high, the thick bush Of half-curls
touching her smooth, family dipped
cheeks. He stopped before her, met
her brief acknowledgment of intimacy
with conscious sedateness.
"You see, don't your" she said, as If
she had been explaining it to him. LOS
Angeles will be the end of everything
There's little time Of beauty left.
We shouldn't waste it in making our
selves miserable over what we can't
have"
His gray eyes stayed out Of reach
of her appeal. Barry" he said stead
lily, there's nothing we can't have"
Kerrigan kept them waiting little
this morning. Barry took her old place
in the tonneau, and Hal played
stalking game with Crack round the
car, in the sweetish pungency Of the
walked exhaust Crack, he felt, was
edging up to hint desire to ride in
the front seat; and Crack sitting be-
side him, drowsily seeming to follow
his impossible cropping for actuality in
the fiction of Barry's marriage
prospect Of it made Hal finch and
shudder. Then, without chagrin. Crack
surrendered to Halls casual keeping
the car between them, bounced his
golf-ball once on the pavement, and
climbed into the tonneau. Hal couldn't
remember having seen him recover his
silly plaything in the speak-easy that
other night: perhaps he carried sup
ply. Hal wondered If new golf-balls
cleaning in a box would now always
remind him Of Crack and his. {.
Then Kerrigan came.
"And how are you, colonel?" Hal
asked as they started.
like the mouth Of a factory chin
ney," said Kerrigan, scrubbing the red
fligree Of his tough cheeks and blink
ing cheerful appraisal of the morning.
"'How's that, Mr.. KerriganY the
young man asked, eager for a fresh
token of his kindly old friends wit.
why, bless you,' said dear Mr.. Kerri-
gan, radiating goodwill toward all,
'top-hole is the answer: what else?
And with that gay quip and CLEAN Of
benign mischief in his nice old eyes, he
went off-lippity loppity-in the di-
rection Of Mr. MacGregor's carrot
patch"
There was dust up already on the
long road, and the high haze gathered
as the morning light lost it's slant and
it's freshness. Occasionally cattle
trucks, and the mule teams that still
held tractors berths on the less fire.
quent farms, gave no impression of
being out unduly early; and the thresh-
ing equipment in one of the road
side fields looked as if it had been puff
fling chaff all through the hot night.
Nebraska was under slow change for
the farther West, the stark, dry rail-
road and it's vertical fringe of pole
line still leading the way to the eter-
nal horizon.
1t was somewhere east of Cheyenne
that Hal felt silent, unseen magic
putting more momentous difference
under the sky; and accidentally he
glanced up-above the haze of the hor-
izon-and saw the source Of it: dim,
sloped patches of white incredibly high
on the far peaks of mountain range.
They stayed far away there, still and
lofty above the earth's haze; and Ras
putin's prodigious charge against them
over the driven song of steel and rub
Der became small, peevish crawling
in intinity.
mountains" said Crack quietly be-
hind Halls head, as if it were warn
ing, as if there were some necessity
for new and subtle vigilance.
At the filling station where they
stopped in Cheyenne, Kerrigan said:
What 1 want to arrange some day is
this: personal archangel who'll coop
down to you every SO often when
you're in a new town, or an old one
you like, and say to you: Baby, you
need tonic; here you are in Chey-
enne; l can't help that, but If you'll
pick any day of it's past that you'd
like to see, I'll get you ringside seat
right in it,"
"Know any archangels?" said Hal.
what would you pick here?"
Ever hear of the Gold Room?"
mo, what was thatY"
"Jim Aliens Place." said Kerrigah
almost wistfully: "the big hidy-ho
establishment out here in the days
when you had to know your way
around to support life. I'd want to be
around there the day the first u. P.
train rolled into town back in '67.
Think of the time all the gals and the
guys must have had that day, Mr..
Ireland; and think of the gals and
guys they must have been that had
the time.
"You've got something there" said
Hal, watching the gusto which Kerri-
gan's eyes made authentic and infec-
tious. Gold Room itself's torn down
by now, 1 spose."
A hollow click sounded on the pave