Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-09-30

you're right, when we have so
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 a sensible
person and take the family treas
ures which belong to your"
"Aunt Mary Amanda left them to
you"
81 know, but it isn't right for me
to have them, and what's more, I
don't need or want them. I'd rather
go 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
il a 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 tinid about keeping valu-
ables in the house and had it stored
in 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? I 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 I was
kept awake by the wailing of that
distant siren. Now I don't notice
it,
"You'll notice it if you stay here
during the winter as Jed told me
you were 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 to
Mark Trent on the threshold. There
was laughter in his voice and hint
of challenge. Before she could an.
swer, he commanded:
"Come hither, Daphne, and meet
our neighbor. This is my sister,"
"Neighbor!" Brooke smiled at the
brown-haired girl as she welcomed
her with a cordial handshake. 81
would know that you were Jerry's
sister, you look so like him; but is
the neighbor stuff a joker"
x mo, Miss Reyburn, we really are
staying on the Point
Daphne Fields smile disclosed
small teeth as perfect in color and
size as a row of matched pearls.
She turned to Sam.
GIVE heard that you are the COM
ing playwright, Mr.. Reyburn, that
you have touch of O'NeiTs tragic
outlook, a seasoning of Kaufnan's
humor, and hint of Coward's So
phistication.
Sam grinned. SIS that original,
or did you get it from the Times?"
The girl pouted:
"Of course it's original. Why,
Mark"
Daphne Fields breathless excla-
nation, the radiance of her face
revealed so much that Brooke had
the embarrassed sense of having
looked for an instant at a naked
heart. Trent came forward. Was
the freight playing pranks, or had
his face gone dark with color?
"Where did you drop from, Daph-
ne? How are you, Field?"
Why didn't someone say some
thing and smash the strained ST.
lence, Brooke wondered inpatient
ly. 1t was as if the freight had
cast a spell and tied all their
tongues. Her mothers eyes were
on Daphne Field as she thoughtfully
pulled her gloves through her
hands. Sam, back to the room, was
poking at the parrot. He hated emo
tional scenes-off the stage. The at
mosphere fairly quivered wi h
things unsaid. Lucette came to life.
"Turn on the lights, Sam, this
gloom may be artistic, but it gives
me the -pranks. This has
turned out to be meet-your-neighbor
day, hasn't it? Who's the dame in
the floppy hat, Brooke. who looks
like super-anima Bo-peep, and
carries a cane which easily could