Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-07-02
bv FRANCES shelley WEES
Copyright by Frances Shelley Wees
WNU Service
CHAPTER IV-Continued

halt again at the door, anu Grdnu-
mother was there her breath coming
and going with excitement, the hat
perched at careful angle, a pair of
gloves in her hands. Bryn lifted her
gently and put her down in the car.
Bryn stopped the car at the gate.
He pushed the button Of the horn. A
long melodious call rang out. Instant
ly Deborah appeared on the little bal
cony before her room. Bryn opened
Grandmother's door, and the old lady
leaned out. She waved her handker-
chief at the girl
I'm going to town, DEAR" she cried
in her thin old voice, and sank back
again with a sigh. And Bryn smiled
behind his hand at the expression of
mortified incredulity that had come
over Deborah's face, an expression
which, fortunately, her grandmother
could not see.
Bryn had finished all the important
business which had brought him to
town. He had been to the bank, had
identified himself as the owner of the
account transferred from San Fran
cisco few days ago, and had been
bowed out obsequiously by the mama
ger himself. He had been to the post
office and had posted Tubby's letter,
as we'll as terse one of his own to
Holworthy He had taken Deborahs
letter to the lawyer from his pocket,
looked at it, hesitated, and then with
smile had opened and read it. Not
exactly a businesslike document, but
clear and to the point. At the bot
tom name was signed, and as he
read 1t he received a severe shock.
Deborah Mayne Brynildson."
Deborah Mayne Brynildson. Debo-
rah was his wife. She had taken his
name. She was conscious of her posi-
ton, far more conscious than he was.
Deborah Mayne Brynildson . some
how the fact that she bore his name
hadn't occurred to him. Poor little
Deborah. Perhaps she hated that name.
Grandmother was waiting in the
car. She had been sitting there ever
since Bryn had parked the car when
they had reached town, her eyes wide
and excited. From time to time he
came back to her, two or three times
followed by white-aproned clerks with
their arms piled high with packages
which they placed in the trunk at the
rear of the long car.
"Now," he said, with a foot on the
running board, show would you like
to come out and stroll down the street,
Grandmother? Nothing shall happen
to you. l promise
She looked up, her eyes sparkling.
For second she looked astonishingly
like Deborah. II l don't think
I would be afraid Stuart" she said
haltingly.
Bryn came to a sudden decision. He
took her hand lightly in it's black glove.
-'Will you do me tremendous favor?"
Certainly, my boy"
do you mind calling me by the
name I've always been called? If you
can believe it. almost nobody has ever
used the name Stuart. Could you bring
yourself to call me Bryn? It's what my
friends say, and I scarcely know my
self by Stuart
Its very strange" she said thought
fully. II don't understand why you're
called Bryn. But 1 don't mind using
it. AS a matter of fact 'Bryn,
Bryn,'" she repeated. "You know, my
boy, it suits you, somehow. Stuart
doesn't. 1 always felt queer saying it.
.Bryn.'"
THANK you, Grandmother. You
know how it is. When you aren't
accustomed to a name :"
He opened the door wider, and wait
ed. She gave little futtering breath
and emerged slowly from her long re-
treat. She stepped out into the world
with hesitating air; but as she took
the arm he offered and crossed the
curb, she drew herself up slightly, and
became once more the shadow of an
assured woman of the world.
Both together they saw the hat In
the window. 1t was small window,
glitteringly clean, and the hat hung
inside the window. 1t was small win
dow, OF tiny millinery shop at the
end of the street.
On pedestal in the center was one
hat, nodded toque of gray velvet the
exact shade Of Grandmother's hair
Bryn felt her hand move on his arm
He looked at the hat, and then down
at her face. He turned slowly, with.
out word, and they went into the lit
tie shop.
''The hat in the window, please" he
said. The girl put the soft gray toquc
on the silvered hair. Grandmother
startled, looked at herself in the glass
and then turned to Bryn. Her eyes
were deep blue and shining her cheeks
were pink
1--WE will take it," he told the girl
and handed her a bill.
"And now," he said happily, "nov
let's 60 shopping"
Grandmother was a little intoXicat
ed. She made no protests whatever
She chung tightly to his arm and fol
lowed where he led, and Bryn enjoyed
himself thoroughly. He bought her {
long soft gray woollen coat. He tool
her to a florists and bought her
bunch of purple, scented violets to PHI
on tie new coat. He bought her fiv,
pairs of gray gloves and a gray sued,