The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1937-09-30
CHAPTER Nv

Brooke noticed marx Trent
quick glance about as he entered the
dining-roorn at Lookout House she
felt an instant of self-consciousness
as she took the seat against the
variegated yellow background OF
tall mirnosas and acacias which
filled a broad bay-window, which
her mother refused with quick
shake of her head and smile. She
Immediately forgot herself in pride
of her sporting family. Each one
was so gay, SO determined to do his
or her share to make the party
real festivity. Holidays were hard
DAYS since her fathers death, but
always someone who was alone had
been invited to keep the feast with
them. Thinking of others helped
immeasurably to bridge the sense
of loss, Celia Reyburn argued.
The dinner was a success. Brooke
breathed little sigh of relief as she
rose from the table. This Thanks
giving dinner had been the first en-
pertaining in her own home. VI
course the guests had been her fam
lily and Mark Trent only, but she
had felt pride in having it a sue
cess.
| AS she served coffee from the
massive silver tray in the living
room, she glanced at Mark Trent
standing before the fire. With his
elbow on the mantel, he was talk
| ing to Celia Reyburn seated In
corner of the couch. The orchids
he had brought her added the per-
| feet touch to her amethyst frock.
Orchids for her mother, gardenias
for Lucette, and deep fragrant pur-
pie violets for his hostess. He had
said it with flowers. A lavish gem
tleman. Had Henri turned chalky
as he had announced dinner, or had
she imagined it, He had stared at
Mark Trent as If seeing an unwel-
come apparition.
With groan of repletion Sam
pulled himself out of deep chair.
boy, let's get out and walk! l
feel like stuffed. trussed turkey.
! Why do we eat SO much more on
Thanksgiving? Because we haven't
any sense. Notice that I'm acquir-
ing the analytic method, question
and answer. Anybody here got the
energy to take the shore walk"
"I'I 60 with you, Sammy" Celia
/ r L. - ha~ 10
elaine Jaffrey is great hiker /;
she will probably walk me all over
the British Isles. I must get III
practice. Just wait until change
my shoes"
boy, I'm glad we have one sport
In the family. I'll bet Lucette has
heavy date. and is expecting
someone Coming, Brooke? Com
ing, Mr.. Trent7"
mark to you, I hope, Sam. Dc
come, Miss Reyburn, Mark Trent
urged. TITS a grand day. After
hours Of storm, there is enough
wind to make the surf worth look
ing at"
Worth looking at were col0rless
words to express the grandeur o.
the shore, Brooke thought, as
standing on jutting crag, holding
on her beret with one hand, skirts
blowing, she looked down at thu
driving current, cold and stealth,
in places, in others foaming ant
tossing White-edged green waves
against lodges transformed by thu
magic of the slanting sun into rud
dy copper, dark brown in the crev
ices. Spray, diaphanous as a mis-
from a giant atomizer, iridescen
as ieweled malines, shimmered II
the light. Beyond the surf dozei
lavender winged gulls fioated on tn
water. An amber green wave out
dashed its predecessors, Kissed
roared, broke against ledge, AM
showered Brooke with crysta
spray.
"Ohl" Instinctively she CLUTCHES
Mark Trent's arm. Tit took m
BREATH"
He drew her back to the path
pulled out his handkerchief, an
wiped her wet face.
II should have known bette
than to let you stand there"
1T wasn't your fault. adore
it. 1t made me feel as II ever
inch OF me had been electrified
Why il it that when we are T.