Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-09-03
Honeymoon
/ Mountain /
! By FRANCES !
5 SHELLEY WEES s
Copyright by
Frances Shelley Wees
WNU Service
CHAPTER IX-Continued
Copyright by
Frances Shelley Wees
WNU Service


And his tenderness toward her? His
hand over hers, sitting there in the
twilight? What was that, then?
Deborah got up and went into her
bedroom. She stood before her mirror,
and lifted her eyes to the girl in the
glass. The faded Bingham dress, the
braided hair she looked like
some forlorn little orphan youngster
who needed someone to love her. Bryn
was kind. He was sorry for her. The
feeling he had for her was pity.
She pressed her lips together firmly
to stop their trembling. She went into
her bathroom and bathed her eyes in
cold water
And, just at that moment, she heard
the sound of Joe's horn, far down the
mountain. Three long blasts and two
short ones a pause three
long notes and two short ones. Deb
Orahs heart sprang up into her throat.
She tore open her door and raced
down the stairs to Grandmother and
Madeline, out on the veranda. At the
foot of the stairs she caught the sound
of Madellne's voice, going steadily on
with Shadows on the Rock" Deborah
stopped at the sound of that calm
voice, and steadied herself. Then, chin
up, she walked out serenely and smiled
at Grandmother. She dropped down
on the step, and sat there, waiting.
A low humming sound made itself
felt on the air. 1t rose to a whine ;.
the shining top of motor car ap-
peared sliding along outside the wall.
1t slowed abruptly, and swung in to-
ward the gates. Gary started down
the drive.
ut looks as if we had guests"
Grandmother said, interrupting Made
line. II wonder who it can be-"
ITS probably another plumber"
Madeline said languidly.
Gary had reached the gates. He
opened them, and passed through. But
then, after a moments colloquy with
the driver of the car, whom Deborah
could not see, he came back to the
gates again, and swung them wide;
and the long blue car jolted a little
and came on through. Deborah put
slow hand to her throat.
But it was not Stuart Graham driv-
ing; 1t was woman d. a girl
in a bright red silk beret, and red
jacket. Gary plodded along behind
the car after he had shut the gates
and locked them. The car came slowly
up the drive, and stopped opposite the
end of the veranda. The girl got out,
and Deborah knew her. She was tall
and very slim, with long oval face
and "a very red mouth. Her eyes were
black, and sleepy, like cats, with slow
black lashes dropping over them. Deb
Orah rose, and found Madeline at her
side. They went down the steps.
IT'S Pillar Madeline said under her
breath, and Deborah nodded.
"Ah, Madeline!" Pillar said, in a
voice that made a tune. She moved
forward, and let her hand rest lightly
on Madellne's elbow, holding her, as
she looked down at Deborah. "And
this" she went on caressingly, "this
will be little Deborah. My child, you
are adorable"
THANK you,' Deborah said sweetly,
and put out her hand in welcome Il
am so glad you have come am sure
you must be Pillar. l have heard so
much about YOU"
Pillar looked little startled, but
she lost not whit Of her poise. She
glad to see me, too, Madeline?'
"Oh, rather" Madeline said coolly,
and turned back toward the veranda.
1--WE must take you to Grandmoth-
err" Deborah explained, as Pillars eyes
lifted to the delicate old face turned
toward her.
Lovely" Pillar said, in an audible
whisper "Oh, lovely"
Grandmother" Deborah murmured,
this is Miss D'Avillo. She is another
friend of Sally's and Madelines."
I'm so happy to welcome you, my
dear" Grandmother said warmly. 1--WE
are having such pleasant time and
/ am very glad you have come to join
u.s."
"Oh, thank you" Pillar murmured,
and held Grandmother's hand quite I'M
necessarily long. She straightforward
Simon and Tubby and Bryn, all ST.
lent, came around the end of the YER
anda. Bryn's face, as he glanced at
Deborah, was very queer and stiff
Tubby was white. Simon looked de-
tached, as usual, but his eyes went at
once to Pillar. And she stood there,
for moment, beside GRANDMOTHER, be-
side Deborah. She put her hand light
ly on Deborahs shoulder, before she
moved, and Bryn looked at them to-
gether, so, Pillar beautiful and sophis-
ticated and perfect down to the last
cleaning finger-nail shining in the sun.
Deborah small and insignificant in her
faded gingham.
Pillar smiled. She went forward and
held out both hands, my dear Bryn,"
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