Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-05-28
CHAPTER II-Continued

well, Bfvn admltleu SLOWLY, no.
mo? No? But :"
''But we told her she could. I told
her. Holworthy told her. OF course,
If she's gone off and tried marrying
anyone else, he'd have been forced to
explain to her that on second reading
and so on"
$50" Tubby said with the manner
of talkie villain.
WELL" Bryn said for the third time,
what of it? 1t gets her out of a jam,
doesn't it?"
"And you pay over million of your
own dollars at the end of year, and
she gives you fifty thousand for your
services. Is that the way it works, no.
BILE Sir Galahad?"
ooh, 1 don't know. l think we can
break the will. Holworthy's going to
do his damnedest. And, if he can't
we'll, the money means quite a
bit to her. If-when you meet her
you'll understand little better, Tub"
"Humph," Tubby said.
They both stood up Bryn looked
at his watch. Ten minutes past nine
The grandfather clock choked, NUT
tered, cleared it's throat and gasped
out that it was nine o'clock.
Just the same" Tubby said ex-
plosively, shaking down his trouser leg,
'iust the same, year is too long. An
ignorant unsophisticated, dowdy back
woods country girl, who's never been
anywhere or seen anything milk
and water, as uninteresting after
Pillar! /. :"
"Sh!" Bryn said quickly. He took
three steps toward the door at the
end of the long room. Tubby stood
up, too The door was opening.
a tall gentleman in black pushed
the door open and held it, Behind him
came Mr.. Holworthy, his smile aston
years Mr.. Holworthy had guarded
Bryn's interests with the stern tidel
ity Of the dragon who guarded the
Golden Fleece; yet here he was, calm
and undismayed, lending his arm and
his moral support to this menace to
Bryn's peace of mind, this girl who
could wreak the most dire havoc in
Bryn's affairs.
Tubby looked at the girl. He choked.
Bryn stood without moving.
She was finishing a remark to Mr..
Holworthy as she came through the
door on his arm. Tubby did not hear
the words, but he caught the melody
of her voice. 1t was like that of
very young child, with an appealing
break in it,; one thought Of small birds
learning to sing, Of hyacinths in spring
gardens, of silver bells at twilight
She was a very small girl as she
stood hesitantly there. A very small
girl, and she was dressed in white
Her skirt was so full that 1t stood
around her in circle, and only the
tip Of one tiny white slipper could be
seen below it. She held it off the
dusty carpet with the tips of careful
fingers The bodice was slim and
pointed, and her waist could have been
spanned by a mans two hands. There
were little pulled sleeves below her
white shoulders; the neck of the dress
was low, and above it her throat was
creamy white and soft. She had pinned
rosebuds against 1t in front, after a
hasty, flushed look into the mirror,
and they lay pink and fragrant against
her delicate flesh. Around her neck
was short strand of tiny pearls and
from her ears hung little round pearl
drops. She looked like a miniature
of ones grandmother, painted on her
wedding day.
And her face?
A small white oval face, without a
hint Of color In the cheeks, but with
pair of the softest, reddnst lips in
the world. They were the kind of
lips which look like the bud of red
rose when they say mo" and there
was something about the firm little
round chin which suggested that she
might often say mo-" Eyes like pur-
pie panSies, soft and velvety and dark
and as If eyes and lips and tiny hands
IN white lace mittens were not enough.