The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1937-09-09
CHAPTER H--Continued

II. Don dislike HllIi- just ooit
want to think about the man, that's
all. My sister Daphne went cock
eyed about him and he turned her
down hard. Like perfect gentle
man, of course, but it got my goat.
''Are you sure he turned her
down."
sSure. I'm not blaming him, I'm
ashamed for her, that's all. lie
was probably fed up with her type.
His ex-wife was never quite sober,
I've heard. Daphne fell for him
the minute she saw him, she had
worried me by her crazy ideas OF
freedom for a girl, she'd picked up
postwar germ someWhere-aii
talk of course-and when Trent
came along, she stopped drinking
and staying out till morning at night
clubs. I was relieved. Then he
side-stepped. Forget it. | don't
know why I told you. Nice street
this, isn't it,
Brooke nodded assent as they
passed houses whose polished WIN
dows, violet-paned some of them,
screened by laces of unbelievable
fineness, regarded her with In
scrutable calm. Thoroughbred dogs,
proudly conscious of their gay col
lars and smart breast-straps, dec
orously escorted their young mas
| tiers. Shining limousines waited be-
fore charming old doors. In the dis
tance rose the faint, far sound OF
] traffic, murmurous as a mighty
flood which never rolled nearer.
Here we are at your door. Sure
you won't change your mind and go
1 stepping?" The boyish quality was
back in Fields voice. Grand old
house. Pity it was turned into
apartments. Do you realize that
you never have invited me to meet
The family? What's wrong? Ashamed
OF your home-or me2'
Neither. What beastly sugges-
ton, Jerry. If you must know, |
haven't told them about our friend
/ ship. I have the finest family in the
world, but their bump of humor is
over-developed, it isn't bump, it's
a coconut.
What is there about me that's a
joker"
Nothing; don't be so touchy.
decided to be a little mysterious,
that's all. Sam resents it If | ask
him a question about his friends,
thinks I am treating him like boy
when he is almost two years older
than /, and since I got Lucette the
chance to model and she is finan-
cially independent, she scorns my
interest"
SIS your mother like that"
"No, Mothers a dear, but she is
SO bound up in her children that
she has no real life of her own.
It's a pity because she is COM
paratively young woman"
'tShe sounds old-fashioned and
motherly to me. Grade A in moth
ers. | like that kind Can't / come
in and meet her? | had planned to
celebrate with you. Now that you We
turned me down, haven't any
place to go"
"You carry off that aggrieved,
little-boy pose well, Jerry, but il
leaves me cold. You, with your
Crowd-capital c., having nowhere
to go! That's the funniest thing
ever heard. | intend to devote the
next two hours to making plans with
the family. But when we're settled,
I'll invite you to Lookout House
Good night. Sorry"
The front door slammed with q
force which shook the house. Sam
of course. The atmosphere tingled
when he appeared. He was whis-
Ting as usual. Good-looking boy
His horn-rimmed spectacles added
a touch of distinction. She patted
his sleeve as he stopped beside her
Had a nice day, Sammy"
mot too good. They're taking of
the play tomorrow. Our dear pub
Lie wouldn't see it,
He pulled open the elevator door
"Hop in" AS it changed shut, hs
asked.
"All through being working
girl?"
Brooke swallowed ltfap in Ahei
throat and nodded
1T will seem queer being lady
of leisure"
"Leisurel You don't know ths
first letter of the word. | can SCI
you wondering what you'll do next
Leisure isn't your line. You'll
plunge into classes and sports
There won't be hours enough in |
day for you.
The elevator stopped. A voice
seeped through the cracks arount
the apartment door. Sam Reyburl
grinned.
Say. listenl Lucette's on the ali
and how"
"Oh dear, what's her grievance
now" Brooke whispered, and pu