White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-12-09

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and Lucette came down.
AS she waited for the telephone
call to go through, she told herself
that she had learned one inestima-
BILE lesson: she had learned that for
every person the gateway to sue
cess was in himself; that achieve
ment was matter of keeping on
keeping on, Of living ones best
and trying, everlastingly trying to
make that best better.
She gave her message and turned
to the fire. She didn't really mind
going back to work, she had loved
it, but she had planned to do so
much for her mother, for Lucette,
for Sam.
Sam! Nothing must happen to dis
tract his mind from the production
of the play. If she were to produce
that will now, the neighborhood, to
say nothing Of the cast, would palpi-
tate with excitement, the Reyburns
would have to leave Lookout House
at once. She knew nothing Of law
except that it was as relentless as
a juggernaut. What the court de-
creed had to be done. A producer
from New York was coming to see
Sans comedy. The Boston man.
ager wouldn't bring him down I'M
less he thought Sam had talent. The
performance was only 48 hours
away. Could she keep Henri quiet
until then? If she couldn't she was
the worlds worst actress, and Sam
had said that she was good. After
the play Mark Trent was to keep
open house for cast and audience.
She would stay until the last guest
had departed, then she would give
this will, burning against her skin,
to him and fade gracefully from the
picture. Better lock it up in her
desk until then. 1t wouldn't be safe
to carry it around with her.
Back in her boudoir she locked
the paper in an inside drawer Of
her desk and slipped the key into
her bag of silver sequins.
Returning to the living-room, she
paused before the portrait above
the mantel. "This all means that
you and I will be on the move
again. she said in low voice. ION
the move, but with banners, Ouch
ess! With banners!" She threw a
kiss to the woman in green satin
and emeralds who looked back at
her gravely.
Sam appeared in the doorway,
and Brooke quickly asked: "Have
you heard any more particulars
about-about what you call the
crime wave?"
She perched on the arm Of big
chair and looked up at Sam standing
with one elbow on the mantel.
"Nope, nothing except the usual
lot OF wild yarns which roll up like
showballs at time like this. Have
you ever thought that one Of her
ex-lovers might have bumped off
the fair Lola?"
"Sam! Where did you hear that?"
Didn't hear it. That ex-lover
motif is a plot, little thing of my
own. It's my conception of what
should have occurred to put claws,
tearing, digging, ravening claws in
to the Filling Station Mystery. May
use the idea sometime; that's why
/ asked you to clip all the accounts
Of the police activities and confess
sions, if there were any. Have you
done it,"
81 have, from every paper I could
get hold of. When you want them
they are in MANILA envelope in
the lower right-hand drawer of my
desk. I haven't said anything to
you about it but was afraid that
after what had happened, Mark
Trent might feel that he could not
90 on with the play"
"Afraid! That's putting it mildly.
nearly had heart failure till he as
sured me that he would keep his
part. He'll make Islands Arise