White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-09-12

women, too.
Then voice interrupted her reverie.
It was Stanley Heath calling.
She heard Marcia reply and come
hurrying upstairs.
Guiltily Sylvia took off her sparkling
regalia; tumbled it unceremoniously
into it's case; and slipped it into the
drawer underneath a pile of night
dresses. Then she softly unlocked the
door and sauntered out.
1t was none too soon, for Marcia
was speaking to her.
"sylvia?"
eyes"
"How would you feel about going
over to the village for the mail and to
do some errands? The tide Is out ana
you could walk. Prince needs a run"
It'd love to co.
That's fine. Here is list of things
don't mind going?"
mo, indeed. / shall enjoy being
out"
Then suddenly Sylvia had an inspi-
ration which she instantly acted upon.
why don't you go?" she inquired.
"You didn't sleep much last night, and
walk might do you good
ooh, I couldn't" objected Marcia
with haste. 1--WE a hundred and one
things to do. Thanks, just the same"
well, you know your own business
best. Is this is the list?"
eyes There are quite few items
but they won't be heavy. Here is the
basket. Prince will carry it. That is
his job and very proud he is of doing
it. Goodbye, dear"
She's dreadfully anxious to get us
out of the way, isn't She, Prince?"
commented young Sylvia as she and
the setter started out over the sand.
Nov what do you suppose she has
on her mind? She's up to something.
Marcia isn't bit of an actress. She's
too genuine"
Marcia, standing at the window
watching the girl, would have been as
tonished enough had she heard this
astute observation.
She did want Sylvia out of the way.
The girl had read her correctly.
She must telephone the messages to
the stationmaster at Sawyer Falls, the
adjoining town where the railroad
ended and the nearest telegraph sta
ton was.
She got the line and had no sooner
dictated the kilograms than she heard
Heath's voice.
During the interval that had elapsed
since she had left him, both of them
had experienced reaction and each
was eager to make amends.
Marcia regretted her hippancy. It
had been childish of her to give way
to pique and punish Heath simply be-
cause it was proved he had a wife,
Why should he not be married? No
doubt the absent Mrs. Stanley Heath
was dashing, sophisticated beauty,
too, who lived in luxury at the great
city hotel to which the first wire had
been sent.
Heath had been quite frank about the
message and it's destination. On think
ing matters over, it occurred to Marcia
he might have considered this the
easiest way to inform her of things
he found it embarrassing to put into
words.
And she?
Instead of approaching his honesty,
chivalry, gentlemanly conduct as she
should have done, and receiving it gra-
ciously, surprise had betrayed her into
displaying resentment
She was heartily ashamed of herself.
No matter how much it humbled her
pride, she must put things right. For
tunately, it was not too late to do so.
Therefore, very different Marcia
Howe responded to Stanley Heath's
summons.
She was now all gentlenes, friend
illness, and shyly penitent.
Stanley, again master of himself,
welcomed her with engagement. Could
asked himself? Why this chastened
and distractingly adorable Marcia?
Well, If he could not fathom her, he
at least was grateful for her under
standing.
Nevertheless he did mentally observe
he had not dreamed her to be so many
sided or credited her with tithe the
destinations he had SO unexpectedly
discovered her to possess.
Here am, Mr.. Heath. What can
l do for you?" was her greeting.
This time she did not hesitate, but
went directly to the chair beside his
bed and sat down. He smiled and,
meeting his eyes, she smiled back.
This was better. Heath sighed a sigh
of relief.