The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1937-03-11

I much," Joe warmed ner. TITS onl.
shanty. really. but I've sort Of
0xed 1t up"
"I'll love It."
He turned In at q field gate. fol.
lowing q wavering dirt road toward
the shore. brought them trium-
phantly to a small bare white house
that stood ridiculOusly square and
harsh upon the edge of the cliff.
Joe enthusiastically displayed the
f0ur-square rooms that he had had
| cleaned. cut into more spacious
proportions. This wasn't finished
this was going to be great. but
!, IL was hardly started. Of course.
Here was where the bath was 60
ing to be-wOuldn't that be great?
And here-this was all In q mess.
the man who had been doing 1t had
broken his leg - but look. book
cases here-wasn't that swell?
Outside they heard the same
story. Seeds had been planted all
along here and there; the roses all
were in, but you hal to keep the
gunny-sacking over them.
Carrying chops and buns and
coffee down to the rocky shore, Joe
said to Tony:
'COme down here and run 1t, and
I'll tear the whole place down, or
buy you the Alexander place over
at Pebble Beach,"
II like 1t just as 1t Isl" Tony,
laughing as she stretched q hand
to his. stepping carefully over the
bOulders he took like q stairway,
stopped and corrected herself. 81
could like it," she said. I'D tile
the floor of the big room and put a
big terrace off toward the north"
"Well. blast 1t. those are just
the things want you to tell met"
Joe protested. They were down on
the damp sand now, among the big
rocks; there was shade here from
the headland that ran out to sea.
on the south; the waves were
Dreaming In in lazy interlocking cir
cles.
Joe, Joe, Joe darling" Mrs. Pol
hemus murmured, established in
her scarlet stripes and scarlet hat
against great boulder. her strange
black eyes staring far out to sea,
"it's too beautiful. Your house
yes, 1t could be improved in minor
details. But this-this Is match
less !"
"We-e-ell, this is what I bought,
after ALL" Joe reminded her, well
pleased.
The rOtund buns were toasted !;
the coffee poured like smoking am
Der into the white tin cups; the
chops were sizzling in the last
stage of perfection when there was
a hail from the cliff. The four
women and Joe looked up. 1t was
Larry.
Tony, her hands occupied with
her chop and her cup. merely
waved at him as he came down
the rocky stairway; she could wait.
now.
II got homesick for all of you,
driving In last night, so I tele-
phoned Arnoldson. and we had our,
talk at breakfast this morning, and
I started right off again! I thought
I'd like to have look at J0e's
housewarming. and then maybe we
could all have dinner at the lodge
tonight. But I've got to turn In
early and get an early start in
the cool of the day tomorrow. Or
maybe I'll go up tonight.r
The conversation was happy. de-
sultory. They were all relaxed into
comfortable positions; the food
was good.
Presently Tony and Larry had
their moment. 1t came when Ruth,
Joe. Caroline, and Larry had start
ed up the beach to q certain rock
pool that Joe said was unique In
the entire world. He had taken
more than fifty specimens from It
and believed there were more.
Tony washing cups In the tide
edge. had told the others to 90 on,
she would stay with Mrs. Patter.
son. But now the old lady was
quite frankly asleep. and when
Larry came back for Ruth's cam
era. 1t was quite natural for Tony
to say that she would 60 on with
him and join the others.
"How goes It. Tonyr'
Badly" the girl answered, with
q brief little rueful laugh.
"Yes. ! know. It goes badly" he
agreed seriously.
They walked along. Larry wav-
ing the camera at Ruth. hundred
yards ahead. who had stopped to
look back.
.Oh, dearl" Tony said. in youth
full despair. After q minute she
went on. in a different tone: 'Then
I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
Larry. I'm going to New York. It's
q long way away, and I would
have to work terribly hard there. ]
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