Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-12-26

looks Clean.
Thanks for the compliment. But
I'll soon have to take to the usual
grease and spruce pitch. Just used
the last of my frogite."
The girl flushed with resentment.
"Frogite! Don't lie to me. I know
how you westerners tell fantastic false
hoods to tenderfeet."
"You do? BY the way, in the North
we say chechahcos, not tenderfeet. AS
for the frogite, it's no fancy. Years
ago, Seton remarked the fact that mos
quitoes never sting frogs. I-er-I
know man who experimental and
who finally obtained chemically the
substance exuded by the skin of frogs.
Too bad I've run out Of the dope.
There are plenty of pests where we
are going. You'll have to keep behind
your nets-or take to grease and
pitch"
Before the girl could reply, Huxby
called down for more gasoline. He
had managed to get one tin of his
case up to the cockpit and had emptied
1t into wing tank.
Garth swung up to him with a
whole case balanced on his shoulder.
1t was far easier than toting a deer
over broken country. After hoisting
aboard the other cases and Huxby's
second tin, he ducked under the front
strut of the wing. His rifle and pack
lay where he had left them.
The radio had been tuned in on what
probably was the Edmonton relay of
the London metal market report. The
announcer started to give the last
quoted price on platinum: Refined
platinum, per troy ounce, twelve
pounds, seven shillings and"
whine and Shrek like static cut
across the voice. The loud-speaker
blared into jazz
SpIashes told that Huxby was toss
ing the empty cans and cases into the
river, instead of down on the wharf.
That small yet wanton waste proved
that the mining engineer was a
stranger in the North.
Garth stopped forward under the
wing strut with his rifle. Miss Ramill
stood with her very artificially waved
semi-bobbed hair barred to the breeze.
Upon taking off her mosquito net to
put on the leather flying helmet, a
swarm of insects had at once attacked
her. She was trying to fiirt them off in
order to replace the protecting gauze.
On your North country" she ex
ploded.
''Wait till you reach one of our
muskeg swamps, Miss Ramill. You'll
call this heaven. But why the flying
suit? Going to pilot the bus?"
us that any of your business?"
"None whatever. Pardon my i'm
pertinent curiosity. Only, as there are
not three seats in the cockpit, | was
moved to wonder if you, instead of
your fiance, are to be my riding mate"
"Yours!"
GLOW else? Or does the gentleman
imagine he can find my prospect with
out guide?"
Dad will make you give Vivian
your route map. I'll not let you have
my seat"
This time Garth did not smile. The
girl was due for a lesson. "Suit your
self-and tell Huxby he can head for
the North pole"
"Indeed!"
"Quite so. He and your father can
go there, or to the other place-and
you with them. You're not only a
selfish snob. You're brainless fool
to fancy southern pilot can back trail
canoe-route through unmapped forest
and muskeg country"
The girls blue eyes flared with out
ragged pride and vanity. Garth smiled
He had paid her back in full for her
arrogance. 1t was worth waiting over
until another season for his fortune,
up in that hidden valley of the Rockies.
But before he could stoop under the
strut to recover his pack from the
cabin, the girl called out to him :
wait. did not understand. If it's
really necessary for you to act as
Vivian's guide-But you had no call to
be SO rude"
Though he turned back, it was with no
intention of humbling himself. He
was not duped by her seeming change
to amiability. 1t had been too sudden
for sincerity.
"a woman has no more right to be
rude than has man." he replied.
when I hear you apologize, I'll con.
slider whether an apology is due from
me-"
The smile left her rouge sfneared
lips. He had never before seen so dis
agreeable a look on any woman's face.
But before she could find words to
vent her feelings, Huxby peered down
over the side of the cockpit, flushed
from exertion and annoyance.
Don't be all day, Garth Cast off
the lines.-Sorry, Lilith, that Pm not
to have your company" t,,.5
Don't worry, old DEAR" she said.
"fhis woodsy pest will soon be thing
of the past Only few hours of the
affliction and We'll be rid of him"