Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-10-05

forth bonneted in spring beauty-the
men drive to the Inks-and look
things over.
And clients came. Not many, but
enough to point the way to success.
He had sold more of the old books.
His mothers milk farm was becom-
ing a fashionable fad.
Edith Towne had helped to bring
Mrs. Follette's wares before her
friends. At all hours of the day
they drove out, Edith with them. "It
is such an adorable place." she told
Evans, "and your - mother! Isn't
she absolutely herself? Selling milk
with that empress air of hers. I
simply love her."
Edith had planned to have dinner
with them tonight. Evans took an
early train to Sherwood. When he
reached home Edith and his mother
were on the porch and the Towne
car stood before the gate.
Give got to go back" Edith ex-
planned. ''Uncle Fred came in from
Chicago an hour or two ago and
telephoned that he must see me-"
"Baldy will be broken-hearted,"
Evans told her, smiling.
II couldn't get him up. 1 tried,
but they said he had left the office.
I thought I'd bring him out with
me-" She kissed Mrs. Toilette. ''I'll
come again soon, dear lady. And
you must tell me when you are tired
of me-"
Evans went to the car with her,
and came back to find his mother in
an exalted mood. "Now if you could
marry girl like Edith Towne."
Edith" he laughed lightly.
mother, are you blind? She and
Badly are mad about each other"
"Of course she isn't serious. A
boy like that"
"Isn't she? I'll say she is" Evans
went charging up the stairs to dress
for dinner. ''I'll be down presently"
''Baldy may be late; we won't
wait for him." his mother called
after him.
The dining-room at Castle Manor
had bare waxed floor, an old
drop-leaf table of dark mahogany,
deer's antlers over the mantel, and
some candles in sconces.
Old Mary did her best to follow
the rather formal service on which
Mrs. Toilette insisted. The food was
simple, but well-cooked, and there
was always soup and salad.
1t was not until they reached the
salad course that they heard the
sound of Baldy's car. He burst in
at the front door, as if he battered
it down, stormed through the hall,
and entered the dining-room like a
whirlwind.
"Jane's going to be married." he
cried, "and she's going to marry
Frederick Towne!"
Evans half-rose from his chair.
Everything turned black and he sat
down. There was loud roaring in
his ears. 1t was like taking ether
with the darkness and the roaring.
When things cleared he found that
neither his mother nor Badly had no
ticed his agitation. His mother was
asking QUICK questions. who told
you? Does Edith know"
Badly threw himself in a chair.
"Mr. Towne got back from Chicago
this afternoon. Called me up and
said he wanted me to come over at
once to his office. I went, and he
gave me a letter from Jane. Said
he thought it was better for him to
bring it, and then he could explain"
He threw the note across the ta-
BILE to Mrs. Toilette. "Will you
read it? I'm all in. Drove like the
dickens coming out. Towne wanted
me to 60 home with him to dinner.
Wanted to begin the brother-in-law
business right away before I got
my breath. But l left. Oh, the
darned peacock" Jane would have
known Baldy's mood. The tempest
gray eyes, the chalk-white face.
"But don't you like it, Baldy?"
Like it? Oh. read that note. Does