White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-09-30
] Mrs. Gregory. OF course I'll see

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
confirmed matchmaker.
''This is mighty good of you, Mrs.
Gregory, and it's a 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 Lockout House which now
seemed so irretrievably far behind
him. A smile tugged at his lips
as he observed that the foppy wide
brimmed picture hat was the model
she had worn since as boy he had
admired the deeply waved blonde
hair it Swallowed. The hair was still
faultlessly marcelled, but it was
snow white.
She settled into chair with the
same rustic of taffeta he remem-
bered, and adjusted diamond
brooch of a size and brillance to
make a discriminating thief avidly
flex supple fingers. She peered up
at him through jeweled lorgnette,
with eyes once a brilliant blue, now
the color of faded larkspur.
Handsome as ever, aren't you,
Mark, in spite Of the way those two
women let you down. First that
wife, with grande amoureuse COM
plex, and then Mary Amanda. I
don't wonder that your hair at the
temples looks as if it had been
touched by frosty fingers, if you are
only thirty. Who's he?"
She waved her lorgnette toward
Stewart, who, back to the room,
apparently had been absorbed in
study of the calf-bound books on the
shelf.
Stewart, of the firm of Stewart
and Stewart, attorneys. Jed, come
here. I want to present you to
Mrs. Gregory, my arst love-
limp! Flatterer! You always
could coax my heart out of my
breast with your wonderful smile
and your voice, Mark" She peered
through her lorgnette as Jed Stew
art took the hand she extended with
the air Of sovereign.
Stewart and Stewart! You were
Mary Amanda Danes lawyer,
weren't your"
The contempt in her voice deep
ened the color of Jed Stewards al
ready sufficiently ruddy face.
II had that honor"
'Honor! Do you call it an honor
to help cheat her nephew out of
his inheritanceY'
Really, Mrs. Gregory, Jed can't
be held responsible"
Hold your tongue, Mark. I've
started, and now I intend to get rid
of a few things that have been boil
ing and sizzling inside me since the
day heard that Mary Amanda had
cut you out in favor of that fashion
adviser she'd gone crazy about"
Forget it, Mrs. Gregory. don't
need the money"
"Of course you need it. No one
has money enough now because no
one has a sense Of financial security.
Didn't you take over all the lame
ducks as your share Of your grand
fathers property so that your aunt
wouldn't be worried by them?
Aren't you making that ex-wife Of
yours an allowance? Mary Amanda
told me. What's she beer doing
since she left you for that French
count?"
"She has married, understand.
Married! After she divorced the
count! The third time! Getting to be
a habit, isn't it? She isn't entitled to
penny. ] don't wonder your aunt
was furious when she found out that
YOU were giving her money. Per-