White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-08-22
and other sea foods"

and other sea foods"
| you've not had so many of them
in your lifetime as I have. Besides,
I suspect you are not telling the truth.
| Come, confess. Aren't you wee bit
fed upon clans? Clam chowder Mon
| day night; steamed CLANS Tuesday
noon; clam fritters Tuesday night.
And then that bluefish. Why, it was
big as shark! I used to think it
| would be romantic to be Lorelei and
live deep down beneath the waves; but
this avalanche of fish" Despairing-
ly she shrugged her shoulders.
Sylvia laughed.
81 don't feel at all like that. I've
had feast Of fish and enjoyed 1t. But
if I were to express preference it
| would be for the hard-shelled suitors.
Do select one Of those for husband,
Marcia" begged she, whimsically "The
others are all very we'll Indeed, that
bluefish swain was magnificent in his
way but me for the crustaceans.' -
Sylvia! You absurd child!
Gust consider the clam character
for moment-so silent, so close
mouthed; never stirring up trouble or
| wanting to be out nights. In my opin-
ion, he would be an ideal helpmate.
Not sensitive, either; nor jealous. Mar
cha, do marry one of the clams!"
Sylvia, you are ridiculous!" Marcia
protested. ''You forget am your aunt.
my. mistake. I did forget it, I'll
I confess; and what's more I probably
| always shall. To me you are just girl
| I'd be head-over- heels in love with If
were man. don't blameaall the
CLAIMS, Holsters, and founders for flock
ing over here to make love to you"
I stop talking nonsense"
"But it isn't nonsense. It's the truth.
You certainly are not deluding your
self inc thinking these men come gall
livanting out here over the flats with
! the mere philanthropic purpose of see
ing you don't starve to death, do you?"
Perhaps they come to see you, .
hedged Marcia feebly.
| ."Me! Now Marcia, pray do not re-
| sort to deceit and attempt to poke
| this legion of mer1nen off on me. AS
a relative, insist on having a truth
full, respectable aunt. Consider my
youth. Isn't it your Christian duty to
set me good example? Whether you
wed any of these nautical worshipers
or not is your own affair. But at least
honesty compels you to acknowledge
they're your property
| A shadow, fleet as the rift in sum-
mer cloud, passed over Marcia,s face,
but transient as it was Sylvia, sensi-
lively attuned and alert to changes of
mood in others, noticed it.
| What a little beast I am, Marcia
she cried, throwing her arm impulsive-
ly about the other woman. Forgive
my thoughtlessness. I wouldn't have
hurt you for the world. You know
never saw Uncle Jason He left
| home when was child and is no
reality to me. Even mother remem-
| bered him only as he was when boy.
Mother felt sorry, hurt, that Uncle
Jason should have left home as he did
and never come back to see her. He
was an impulsive, hot-headed boy and
she said he resented her watchfulness
and authority. But even though he
ran away in moment of anger, one
would think years of absence would
have smoothed away his resentment"
F., "Jason-Jason loved your mother"
Marcia murmured in voice scarcely
audible II am sure of that"
"But if he loved her, why didn't he
come to see her? I know it was long
| journey, but if he could only have
come once-just once. It would have
meant so much!"
"Men are selfish-unfeeling. They
forget" replied Marcia, bitterly. "You
give your life to them and they toss
aside your love and devotion as if it
| were so much rubbish"
The outburst, sharp with pain, burst
from her involuntarily, awning Sylvia
into silence.
What did she know of Jason, that
dim heritage of her childhood? Of
Marcia? OF their life together, she
suddenly asked herself.
10 cover the aWkWardness OF the
moment, she bent to caress Prince Hal
who had risen and stood, alert and
listening beside her.
Only an instant passed before Mar
cha spoke again-this time with visible
effort to recapture her customary man
ner,
Suppose we have lobster Newburg
this noon," suggested she. It'll get the
chatting dish. What's the matter, Hal,
old man? You look worried. Don't
tell me you hear more fish swimming
our way"
The nose of the setter quivered and,
going to the window, he growled.
"He does hear something" asserted
Sylvia. What do you suppose 1t is?"
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