The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1937-09-16

fypeWTlteTS. MARX lE6ill, UtIllIlu
mis- desk, scowled in the direction of
the sound. He had paid good money
for those machines on the under
standing that they were noiseless.
Curious that he never had been an
noyed by them before. Must be
this confounded note In his hands.
He read again:
Dear Mr.. Trent
Many times your aunt has told me of
the Thanksgivings you spent with her at
Lookout House. Won't you dine here on
the coming holiday My mother. sister
and brother will be with me. There
are many family treasures which you
should have I would like to go over
them with you. and more than all.
want to thank you for pulling me out
from under that car. I really wasn't
so ungrateful as I sounded This is
late invitation because I have been boil
gtering up my courage to ask you.
Please come. Bury the Ratchet. or &C
cept the olive branch. or however peace
between essamies--though l am not for
moment your enemy-is being accom-
plished now.
Sincerely yours.
Brooke Reyburn
Lookout House
He dropped the note and frowned
at the red carnations in crystal
vase on his desk. He lived over the
instant he had seen girl go down
in tie street, had seen speeding
car almost upon her. How had he
managed to save her? Colorless
and dazed as she was, he had
thought her the loveliest thing he
ever had seen as she looked up at
him. AS for a second he had stead
led her in his arms, his brain had
fought against her attraction and
the live warmth OF her body had
prompted him to growl at her. No
wonder she had been angry. and no
wonder - he admitted honestly -
Mary Amanda Dane had been taken
in by her. Well. one victim in the
family was enough. She shouldn't
hypnotic him.
He drew letter paper toward him
and picked up a pen. He'd set
tie this question of friendship be-
tween them for good and all. Little
schemeT!
Dear Miss Reyburn, he wrote.
AS he hesitated as to how to word
his regrets, another picture OF the
girl as she had appeared between
the hangings in Stewards office
flashed in his mind with, startling
clarity.
He must get along with that note
His frowning regard of the opening
door changed to welcoming smile
as head poked in.
Come in, Jed. What's on the lit
r tie mind noW2"
Jed Stewart perched on a corner
of the fiat desk. He pulled one of
the red carnations from the vase
and drew the stem through the but
tonhole of the lapel of his checked
coat
I'm taking a lady to tea, need a
pcsey to make me look like mill
lion, so combined utility with BUSH
ness and came here. Knew you al
ways had them"
What's the business If you've
been sent again to ask me to take
half of that
Hold everything, that's all
washed up. The matter has not been
mentioned to me since the day you
and Brooke Reyburn met in my Of
fee. | guess you killed her in
terest in you by your Internal sar-
casm.
- Hope you H enjoy the house and
fortune, Miss Reyburns Happy land
ingsl Perhaps I'd better say, safe
landings, seq you"
'tOh, you think so7 Read that. I"
Jed Stewart frowned over the note
Mark Trent tossed to him. He read
it through. reread it. Looked at
his friend.
'tGoing?"
Going! What do you think"
Mark answered buzzer "Who?
Mrs. Gregory. Of course I'll see
her
lie GApidulEd it'll 4 AIdtJ w DACW-
art. IT'S an old friend of Aunt
Mary Amanda's. She sailed for
France week before my aunt died.
She's martinez, one of those terri
BILE women who don't care where the
lash OF their tongue falls, and a
confirmed matchmaker.
This is mighty good Of you, Mrs.
Gregory, and it's clear case OF
thought transference, not ten min
utes ago I was thinking of you"
"A wave Of feeling menaced the
clarity of Marks voice as he bent
over the white-gloved hand of the
woman who had entered the office.
She had been vital part of the life
at Lookout House which now
seemed so irretrievably far behind
him. A smile tugged at his lips
as he observed that the fioppy wide
brimmed picture hat was the model