White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-09-19

A few moments later she came rae
ing back, white and breathless.
They're gone!" she cried. "The place
is empty The jewels are not there"
Her terror and the fear lest her
pallor foreshadowed collapse produced
in Heath that artificial calm one some
times sees when strong nature reins
itself in and calls upon it's reserve
control.
The man thought only of how to
quiet her Reaching out, he touched
her hair
"Hush, Marcia. The jewels will be
found. Don't give way like this. can
not bear to see you. The whole lot OF
them are not worth your tears"
"But you left them in my care. It
was I who suggested where to HIDE
them" she moaned.
II know. And it was splendid idea,
too could not let that sheriff of yours
peel off my clothes and find the dia-
monds on me. He isn't man of sufh-'
Gent imagination-or perhaps he is
one Of far too much. I am not blam-
ing you-not in the least. We did the
best we could in the emergency. If
things have gone wrong, it is no fault
of yours"
"But you trusted me. 1 ought to have
watched. should not have left the
kitchen day or night" declared Mar
cha, lifting her tear-stained face to his.
"You have been there most of the
time, haven't your"
IT went to see them get the boat off
yesterday"
"Still, some one was here. Sylvia
was in the house"
eyes, but she knew nothing about
the jewels and therefore may not have
realized the Importance of staying OH
deck. All asked her to do was to
remain within call. She may have
gone upstairs, or into another room. -
when she comes back, you can ask
her. Now we must pull ourselves to-
gether, DEAR" went on Stanley gently.
1T is important that we do not give
ourselves away. Sylvia may know moth
let her suspect
She rose but he still held her hand,
common misery routing every thought
of conventionality
The firmness and magnetism of his
| touch brought strength. 1t was a new
experience, for during her life with
Jason, Marcia had been the oak-the
one who consoled, sustained. For a
few delicious moments she let herself
rest, weary and unresisting, within the
shelter of Stanley Heath's grasp. Then
she drew away and, passing her hand
from a dream, 1nurmured:
It'd better go down. Sylvia will be
coming"
VERY we'll. Now keep a stiff upper
lip"
II will-I'll do my best"
Even as she spoke the outer door
opened, then closed with a bang.
"Theres Sylvia now must CO."
The girl came in, aglow from her
walk.
I'm awfully sorry banged the
door," she apologized. "a gust of wind
took it. do hope didn't wake up
Mr.. Heath. Here's the marketing. And
Marcia, what do you suppose? had a
letter from Hortie F'uller-that fellow
back home that I've told you about.
He's sent me hve-pound box of can
dy and he wants to come to Wilton and
spend his summer vacation"
The girls eyes were shining and she
breathed quickly.
"Of course don't care a button for
Hortie. Still, it would be rather good
fun to see him. It seems ages since
I've laid eyes on him. You know how
it is-you get used to person who is
always under foot. You have to think
about him if only to avoid stepping
on him. And after all, Hortie isn't so
bad. Thinking him over from a dis
lance, he really is rather nice. Come