The Washington times., 1938-04-05

lu4 4OO WV II t1AS SoNA P@St@AA
to greet them.
"Old Faithful" cried Trilla. "Of
course, Dad was too busy to vel
come home his only child"
Pale, sandy haired Claude Rossi.
tor smiled as Jim caught his hand.
He said, cts swell to have you
back. I'll drop around tonight
and"
You're coming home With us
to lunch" Thilla told him. I'll
phone busy old Dad and tell him
you won't be back at the office
any more today, Claude, boy"
THE OLD HOMESTEAD
The three drove to the Layne
home where, until the time of her
marriage, Trilla had lived with her
widowed father, a man whose min
ing machinery was sold all over
the world.
Il suppose you and Jim will live
here?" Rossitor inquired.
wv ere moving to an apart
ment," Trilla wered. "Of
course, I'm going to see that Jim
gets a raise. And you 900, Claude"
why me?" Rossitor parted. Il
haven't any bride to support"
Later, old Barnard Layne came
home to greet the newlyweds. He
Rugged Trilla, whacked Jim lus-
tily on the shoulder, and said that
his son-in-law would have to leave
for Colorado tomorrow.
"Hurray!" cried Trilla, blue eyes
dancing. Il knew our honeymoon
hadn't ended yet %. The Rockies!
Fishing, hunting :"
Listen, child" said Layne. This
is business trip"
We'll take claude with us,
Jim!" Trilla exulted. He hasn't
had a vacation or raise since"
HE can have vacation!" Bar
nard Layne jumped at compro-
mise. But it's going to be short.
We're Swamped at the office.
Er, come in the other room, Jim"
HOW DAD FEELS
Alone with Trilla, Claude Rossi-
tor smiled. you shouldn't have
gone to bat for me, lady. Your dad
doesn't like me. I think he feels
that I was foisted on him. by
you and jim. You like me, but
you couldn't love me-"
"Claude!" Trilla's smile faded.
"1t-it's just that I loved Jim
more. I'm sorry, fellow"
I'm not" he replied. II love
you both. That's why I'm not tag
ging along on the fadeout Of a
glorious honeymoon"
You're coming along!" Trilla
declared. Nov run home and pack
your boots and leather jacket"
-Four days later the Rockies;
and car with three passengers
speeding along a pine-fringed high
way.
Garland hailed an old man who
was herding sheep on the slope:
els this the Blue Spire property?
And is Mr.. Bingham around?"
Nope" called the flock tender.
"He'S over in San Louis Valley.
Won't be back fore three. four
days. You that minin' machinery
teller from the Layne Company"
Eyes. Can't we stay here till
Mr.. Bingham gets back?"
"Sure. .Uh-my names Preb.
Put your stuff in that first cabin
there"
You must be the Waterman as
well as a flockmaster." Jim OBJ
served.
"Flockmaster-huh!" grunted
the old man. If a certain mutton
hungry bear around here amt
killed of, I won't have any sheep
left"
SHEEP-KILLING BEAR
"Bear?" Claude Rossitor echoed.
care you trying to scare the East
erners, old man of the mountain"
I'm telling you a bears been
KILN my sheep at night" Preb
answered.
"We've got our guns along"
said Jim. "Show us the bear"
GAS if you fellers could kill
him!" hooted the mountaineer.
my husband can shoot"
Trilla put in. 1--WE seen him"
Slowly old Preb appraised Tril-
las handsome husband. well.
maybe he can. He does look like
an outdoor Teller"
The next morning 'TriIla, Jim
and Claude Rossitor were up in
time to catch trout for breakfast.
While Jim fished around a bend
Of the rushing stream, Rossitor
fingered along with Trilla. Once.
when she slipped on a wet boul-