Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-07-23
HONEYMOON MOUNTAIN
bv FRANCES shelley WEES
Copyright by Frances Shelley Wees
WNU Service
CHAPTER VI-Continued

SNOAN 49,
cheering and they've got rattling
good engineering school. Bryn's fam
lily went there. They're part Of the
Stanford tradition. They always shine
in football"
"Bryn's family?" Grandmother re-
peatedl slowly. Deborah, sick at heart,
caught Tubby's eye. At sight of her
face his own slowly heightened. His
mouth fell open. "But surely" Grand
mother went on, surely his family all
went to Princeton. I remember quite
distinctly. That would be, his father
and his uncles He has no brothers. I"
I. was thinking of his moth
er's family" Tubby said at last, still
watching Deborah.
Deborah went across the veranda
and rang the little silver bell. "You
look tired, DEAR" she told her grand
mother. you must have some refresh
ment. Let me take Mr.. Forbes away,
and you rest for few minutes before
the tea comes"
Grandmother lifted her fan and
moved it softly before her face. Il
will be glad of some tea, Deborah"
she murmured.
The tray came almost as she spoke,
and at the same moment came the
whine of Bryn's motor up the road.
Almost Immediately he was down the
drive, and had given the group on the
veranda one glance. His car stopped;
q few seconds later he came around
the corner of the house and to the
foot Of the steps. He walked up them
slowly, his face unsmiling, his eyes
on Tubby. Tubby put his cup down
on the floor and stood buttoning his
coat. Bryn stood waiting.
"Ah-er hope you can give
me few minutes of your time," Tub
by began nervously. 1T is in no.
BILE cause, worthy sir. am one whose
sole interest is in the welfare Of the
to leave with you small sample of
my wares just small sample, sir, in
forty seven volumes. Nine dollars
down and nine dollars a month till
death do us part. This magnificent
work !.
"Is it a book on etiquette?" Bryn
inquired coldly.
etiquette? Oh indeed, nothing of
the kind. Although, Of course, it con-
tains chapters on etiquette. How to
:. to battle the baby, and what soup
to serve. That is the sort of thing you
mean?"
"There should be something about
invitations" Bryn answered. isn't
there anything about not accepting in
vitations before they are offered? Or
any remarks about getting bounced out
of places where you. haven't been
asked?"
"Bryn," Deborah whispered, frantic,
using his name almost for the first
time. "Bryn, Grandmother thinks you
mean it. Tell her,
Bryn turned toward Grandmother.
She was leaning back on her pillows
pale as death, her hand at her heart
She thought Tubby was an impostor.
But Bryn went across to her. "Are
we upsetting you, Grandmother" he
asked, kneeling beside her. I'm sorry
We don't mean it. The rosy-cheeked
person standing so hang-doggedly, If
there Is such word, before us, is one
of my intimates. l have been more
than good to him in the past. Many a
time and oft l have shared with him
my last bite and let him slap at the
mosquito. You see how his presence
affects me. My tongue goes off at a
tangent. Did we brighten your"
She began to smile at him. GLOW
foolish of me to be upset." she said.
II might have guessed that you were
joking. Deborah knew Mr.. Forbes at
once, and he brought your picture
but l thought . was afraid -
Bryn walked slowly, head bent, from
the door of Grandmother's room, that
night, to the door of his own. He had
just helped her upstairs and had seen
her to her own rooms with last
cheerful goodnight smile. But as her
door had closed, his smile faded.
There was light under his own
door, He opened it, went in, and
closed it quietly behind him. Tubby
sat in the armchair beside the win
dow, waiting for him, a guiltily ex-
pectant look on his face
For the last two weeks" Bryn said
evenly, II have moved heaven and
earth to create good impression, to
make everything go smoothly and COM
fortably, no questions asked. Give me
another two months and you could
have come up here and done your
damnedest. But right now well,
you couldn't have chosen better time.
I'm still new broom"
Tubby groaned. II didn't know !
was putting my foot in it," he said
dismally. "She told me herself that
you'd explained everything, and she
called you Bryn. What difference
does it make she said, what he's
called?' Naturally, l thought you'd
done the sensible thing, and confessed
Confessed what?"
Tubby was silent.
"What you've succeeded in doing is
raising question at the back of her
mind. She doesn't actually mistrust
me, even yet, but she wonders lit.
tie. | don't know what in the devil
you told them, but it was certainly