Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-07-02
CHAPTER v

Bryn, on the morning after his trip
to town with Grandmother, paused in
his systematic and careful examina-
ton Of the grounds, leaned against
tree down at the lower corner, lit
cigarette, and considered.
The men who were coming out from
town to make garden out of this will
derness would have to work carefully.
All through the thick grass were scat
tered rare shrubs, beds of Towering
plants, plots Of hyacinth and crocus
bulbs, crescents of iris set into the
corners.
But his main consideration was not
directed toward the garden. He was
remembering Deborah's face when they
had returned yesterday, he, and Grand
mother. White and cold, she had met
them in the doorway and led Grand
mother into the small sitting room to
rest for a moment before removing her
new coat and hat. Deborah was no
longer angry. While they were away
she had obviously come to some agree
ment with herself; Bryn decided, as
she smiled family and took the box Of
chocolates, as she put it down without
a glance upon the small table beside
her, that he preferred her angry. He
had swung on his heel, leaving her
there with Grandmother, and gone out
to Gary. Gary stood in the drive, his
parcel laid on the grass, watching the
puppy rolling over and over, wild with
excitement, and yelping with joy at
her release from the car.
perhaps you'll tell Miss Deborah
that the puppy is for her." Bryn said
CURLY, and went back up to his room.
But the puppy wasn't having any diff
fculty in penetrating these frosty lay
ers and discovering the real Deborah.
From his window yesterday afternoon
Bryn had witnessed their first meet
and at her appearance the puppy had
rushed upon her with a ferocious
threatening growl which ended precipi-
lately as the little dog fell over her
own feet and tumbled in heap before
Deborah's. Instantly, unquestioning as
child, she had bent to lift it in her
arms. "Oh, Gary" she cried, isn't it
darling? Isn't it darling puppy?"
She Rugged it close, and it snuggled
for moment comfortably under her
chin. Then it put out a pink tongue
and kissed Deborah entirely without
reserve. 3
you're bad dog" she scolded, but
her voice was soft and laughing and
tender. Bryn drew deep breath.
When she spoke to him her voice
wasn't like that. "Where did it come
from, Gary?"
"She's for you. Miss Deborah. Mr..
Bryn brought her out from town."
"Oh," Deborah said. "Of course. l
might have known" But she did not
drop the puppy. She stood silent,
thinking.
Nov look, Miss Deborah" Gary be-
gan, 81 don't think he means any harm,
after all. He's only acting natural"
"Oh, hush!" Deborah cried stormily,
stamping her foot. She held the puppy
close and ran off with her, back of the
house, down to some hidden nook of
her own which always seemed to be
her chosen place of refuge.
That had been yesterday.
Bryn went down and got into the
car, standing on the drive. He drew
from his pocket the worn piece of pa
per which was it only yesterday
morning? j. had caused Deborah
such woe.
His eyes Travelled down the list on
the paper in his hand. Magazines, cat.
alogues, tea, servants. Gardeners, yes
The bank manager was sending them
out as soon as he could find them.
Gary came out to him.
Il must say" he said to Bryn, lyon
got way of getting things done. AND
I'd like to thank you for that
tobacco, SIR
81 suppose the electric light situa
ton is next" Bryn said, unheeding
"Well, think can fix that myself
Several years of engineering ought tC
prove of some value. Lead on, Gary
(TO BE CONTINUED