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


many other things about which to
disagree.
Brooke's brown eyes met his, in
tent and darkly gray; usefulness
tinged her voice as she urged:
Speaking of disagreeing - will
YOU please behave like sensible
person and take the family treas
ures which belong to your
Aunt Mary Amanda left them to
you"
II know, but it isn't right for me
to have them, and what's more.
don't need or want them. I'd rather
90 without rings all my life than
wear one of those gorgeous things
she left, which are rightfully yours.
Mr.. Stewart has put all the jewelry
| l.. bank vault for you. | have
Mothers lovely china and glass and
| furniture which have been IN stor-
age since our home was broken up.
I've had everything which belonged
to your family moved to the chauf-
feur's apartment over the garage.
There seems to be very little silver.
Perhaps your aunt gave it to your
Silver! Very little silver She
had the Trent service which came
originally from England and any
number of beautiful pieces. That
silver is family tradition. Where
is it? She didn't give it to me. What
does Stewart say about it,
HE thought that because OF the
epidemic of crime reported in the
newspapers, Mrs. Dane might have
become timid about keeping valu-
ables in the house and had it stored
in a bank. But he found no receipt
for it among her papers. Do you
think she sold it,"
sold it! No. I'll bet" he broke
off abruptly. "See that great rock
sticking up off shore? | used to
imagine it the peak of submerged
island rising from the sea-
Perhaps it is. Islands arise,
grow old and disappear That isn't
original. Sam has taken the title for
his comedy from it. The first night
I spent at Lookout House was
kept awake by the wailing of that
distant siren. Now / don't notice
it,"
you'll notice 1t If you stay here
during the winter as Jed told me
you we're planning to do. There
goes the sun behind the ethyl"
They walked in silence back to
Lookout House. On the threshold OF
the living-room she stopped in star
tied unbelief. Jerry Field stood by
the fire talking to her mother. Who
was the broWn-haired girl in blue
beside Lucette?
Couldn't wait for you to send out
At Home cards, Brooke" Jerry
Field greeted jauntily. You re
member that you said | could come
to Lookout House when you were
settled. don't you? | wanted to meet
your family, wanted them to know
that I'm in your stag line for sure.
His eyes flashed beyond her te
Mark Trent on the threshold. There
was laughter in his voice and a him
of challenge. Before she could an
swer, he commanded.
"Come hither, Daphne, and NEE
our neighbor. This is my sister
sNeighborl" Brooke smiled at thu
brown-haired girl as she welcomed
her with q cordial handshake. :"
would know that you were Jerry
sister, you look SO like him: but i
G the neighbor stuff joker"
! mo, Miss Reyburn, we really ar
staying on the Point
c Daphne Fields smile disclose'
? small teeth as perfect in color an'
i size as a row OF matched pearls
Q She turned to Sam.
u "I've heard that you are the com
}. ing playwright, Mr.. Reyburn, tina
: YOU have a touch OF O'Neils tragi
outlook, seasoning OF Kaufman
hurnor, and a hint of towards sc
= phistication.
Q Sam grinned. SIS that origina
a or did YOU get it from the Times?
The girl pouted:
aOf course it's original. Why
e Mark"
a Daphne Fields breathless excls
nation, the radiance of her fac
., revealed SO much that Brooke ha
e the embarrassed sense OF havin
n looked for an instant at a make
N heart. Trent came forward. Wa
lie the freight playing FRANKS, or ma
* his face gone dark with color?
n "Where did you drop from. Dapl
ly ne7 How are you, Field?"
Why didn't someone say SOM
il thing and smash the strained
lence, Brooke wondered impatien
i ly. 1t was as il the freight ne
:" cast a spell and tied all the
s tongues. Her mothers eyes We
at on Daphne Field as she thoughtful
to pulled her gloves through h
IN hands. Sam, back to the room, wi
poking at the parrot. He hated EN-
st tional scenes-off the stage. The
a. mosphere fairly quivered vi
ny things unsaid. Lucette came to LII
lie "Turn on the lights, Sam, IN
a gloom may be artistic, but it CIV
me the merry-pranks. This h
on turned out to be meet-your-neighb
al | - hcerst in Who's the dame