The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1937-10-07
CHAPTER IV-Continued

1T must have Deen MIS- lane
friend Mrs. Gregory; they call her
the Empress here. So she has
called. That means. If she likes us,
that we shall be admitted into the
inner social circle. Jerry, | was SO
dazed by your appearance that
forgot to ask what you meant by
that word 'neighbor.
Sure, we're neighbors. Daphne.
and | have taken a house here for
the season.
Season! What season."
This winter, of course. Didn't
you say that many Of the houses
were to be kept open?"
Yes. But why : " Surprise
crisped Brooke's voice.
i've been wanting for years to
paint snow. Found | could hire a
house with a studio here. You don't
mind. hope7"
Don't be foolish. Jerry. Of
course I don't, only"
No matter what Brooke thinks.
I'm all for it. Mr. Field" Lucette
encouraged. 1T will be grand to
have someone kind of young in the
MISREPRESENTATION. Sam, two
more recruits for the cast of your
play! Line of applicants for parts
will please form on the left"
'tPlay! What play7 adore dra-
matics." Daphne Fields voice and
eyes we're eager.
We've been talking about pro-
ducing Sans comedy. Islands
Arise for charity. OF course it's
a terrific job. We always paint our
own scenery"
Hold! Jerry the boy artist will
paint the scenery" Fields enthu-
siasm cooled" afraid my box of
studio wouldn't be big enough
though"
There is large empty room on
the second floor next TO Lucette' S.
Couldn't decide just how to furnish
it, so I've waited. We can use that.
Won't it be grand, SAM" Brooke
explained and demanded in the
same breath.
Yeah, but what does that prove?
How do I know whether the Field
team can act, or whether they'll
gum up the show"
Don't be a crouch, Master Rey-
burn" Lucette jibed. You'd bet
ter page the family Lost and Found
Department for your manners. I
adore neighbors. I'm pleased pur-
Pile that we are to have two such
snappy ones"
Mark Trent Strengthened and flung
the cigarette he had but moment
before lighted into the fire. He kept
his eyes on Lucette as he an
nounced:
'Newsfash! Not two new neigh
bors, but four, lady. I'm opening
my house next week. Jed Stewart
and | will keep bachaAey. hall there.
Ny announcement doubtless lacks
the romantic overtones OF Fields,
but we'll do our best to make you
Reyburns NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS."
In the firelit library of his house,
Mark Trent was perched on the
corner of the large fiat desk. As
he filled his pipe he compared the
old-fashioned air of dignified restful-
ness of the room with its deep
chairs in the smoking-room man
ner an its two-story book-lined
walls, divided half way up by gal
lery, with the charm of its twin on
the other side of the brocade hang
ing which screened the door con-
Meeting the two houses.
Jed Stewart, lounging in GRIM
son leather chair, hands in his trou-
sers pockets, legs outstretched, was
staring at the blazing logs, watching
the blue and yellow, copper and
green tongues of flame lick at the
chimney. The faint thunder of
waves dashing against lodges, the
ceaseless crying of sea gulls stole
through the heavy hangings drawn
across the long windows. Impa-
tiently he sat up.
We've been here a week, Mark,
and we are not the fraction of a
degree nearer finding that last will
and testament Of Mary Amanda
Dane's-n there is such thing"