Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-09-02

being born a rich mans son and
spending your days dabbling in
paint and the stock market, you
should be on the stage. With your
flair for good theater, you'd be
packing them in. Perhaps Sam can
get you a chance in his company.
Have you seen the play in which he
is acting?" she asked with quick
change from lightness to gravity.
eyes. Your brothers good"
''But you don't like the play?"
81 can't hand it much"
''Neither can I. It's dummy
with not a breath of life, not drop
Of red blood, just clever epigrams
and stuffed-shirt characters. wish
Sam hadn't been cast in it,"
Don't worry. 1t won't last long.
What's the next play on the stock
nst?"
The Tempest The apartment
rings with, 'Bestir! Bestirl Heigh
my hearts! Cheerily, cheerily my
hearts!'"
"You're not bad yourself, Brooke.
Why didn't you take to acting?"
81 ought to be good. We chill
dren were raised on dramatics and
quotations. It was Fathers habit to
crate when he was shaving, and we
could spout Shakespeare before we
could spell. Besides being a pub
Usher, he was a playwright for anna
teurs, but Sam is ambitious to write
for the professional stage; he has
one three-act comedy finished, that
is, as finished as play can be until
it is put into rehearsal. That is why
he is acting, that he may know all
there is to know of stage technic.
I've had theater enough in my late
job. Late! I can't believe that I'm
through. Come on, Jerry, before I
sob on the shoulder of that display
figure. I asked the girls not to come
to say good-by as if I were going
away forever. They gave me
grand farewell party last night, and
I have perfume, hosiery, and bags
enough to last the rest of my nat
ural life. Go ahead. I want to
snap out the light myself"
AS she stopped on the threshold,
Jerry Field caught her arm.
"Hey, no looking back. Remem-
Der what happened to Lots wife.
I'd make hit, wouldn't I, tugging
a pillar of salt round the dance
floor" He shut the door smartly
behind them.
Brooke blinked and swallowed.
"Okay, Jerry, from now on I 60
straight ahead like an army with
banners, but straight ahead doesn't
mean teaing and dancing with you
tonight"
When they reached the already
darkening street, Jerry Field de-
manded:
won't you 60 stepping with me
now?"
"No, thanks. I am going home to
plan with the family about moving,
and to plot the curve of our domes-
tic future"
"Look here, Brooke, don't persist
in that silly idea of living in the
house Mrs. Dane left you. It's all
right for spring and summer, but
what will you do marooned on
rocky point of land almost entirely
surrounded by water when the days
get short, in a place where the resi-
dents dig in and nothing ever hap
pens? If you were here in the city,"
he urged, II could pick you up in
minute and we could go places. To
date you've handed out the excuse
that you were too busy. People are
planning to winter there, are they?
That's an idea. You won't lose the
fortune if you don't live in the old
place, will you? 1t wasn't condi-
tion?"
They were walking toward the
crimson and jade sunset against
which huge electric clock seemed
colorless.
'No. Mrs. Dane merely left
note with her lawyer, in which she
wrote that she wished I would live
there for two years, or at least un-
til had cleared the house of her
belongings, that she knew that
would not laugh at her treasures,
that would understand, and that
would care for her parrot, Mr.. Mi
cawber. That parrot leaves me
cold, Jerry. So you see, must live
in the house for while-now that
the lordly Mark Trent has given
permission. L"
"What has Mark Trent to say
about it?"
Brooke looked up in surprise as
they waited for the traffic light at
the corner to change to red and yell
low.
Don't bite. Do you know him,
Jerry?"
Sure, I know him." he replied
shortly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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