Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-11-02

| swung back and forth on it's rib
bon. She tucked it into the neck of
her frock but it would not stay. At
last she took it off and was aware of
a sense of freedom as if she had
shed her shackles. 1t winked and
blinked at her on the dresser, so
she shut it in drawer and was still
aware of it shining in the darkness,
balefully! e.
Briggs was not to come for her
until four in the afternoon. She de-
cided to 60 over to Castle Manor
| and talk to Mrs. Toilette. She would
| take some Strawberries as an ex-
cuse. The Strawberries in the Cas-
tie Manor garden were never as
perfect as those which Jane had
planted. Evans said it was because
Jane coaxed things into rosiness
and roundness. But Jane had
worked hard over the beds, and
she had her reward.
Carrying a basket, therefore, of
red and luscious fruit, Jane went
through the pine grove along the
path that led to the Castle Manor.
Under the trees was green light
which she breasted as one breasts
the cool waters of the sea. Her
breath came quickly. In few short
weeks she would be far away from
this sweet and silent spot, with it's
sacred memories.
Leaving the grove, she passed the
field where the scarecrow reigned.
She leaned on the fence. With
the coming of spring, the scare,
crow had been decked in gay attire.
He wore pink shirt of Evans and
pair of white trousers. His hat
was of straw, and as he danced in
the warm south breeze he had an
air of care-free jauntiness.
Jane found herself resenting his
jaunty air. She felt that she had
liked him better in his days of ap-
pealing loneliness. She had resent
ed, in like manner, the change in
Evans. He, too, had an air of MAX
ing a world for. himself. She had
no part in it, apparently. She was,
in effect, the Peri at the gate!
And she wanted to be in his world.
Evans world. She didn't want to
be left out. Yet she had chosen.
And Evans had accepted her de-
cision. She had not thought it would
be so hard to have him-accept.
His interests seemed now to in
clude everything but Jane. He was
doing many things for the boys of
Sherwood, there was his work in
town, the added responsibility he
had assumed in the affairs of the
farm.
"She's such an old darling, Jane.
Doing it with her duchess air. But
she's not strong. I'm trying to make
her let things 60 bit. But she's
so proud of her success. l wish
you could see her showing Edith
Towne and her fashionable friends
about the dairy. With tea on the
lawn afterward. You must come
over and join in the fun, Jane"
II am coming" Jane had told
him, 'but my days have been so
filed"
He had known who had filed
them. But he had ignored that, and
had gone on with his subject. "The
idea have now is to keep bees
and sell honey. The boys and have
some books on bee culture. They
are quite crazy about it"
It was always now the boys and
himself. His mother and himself.
And once it had been himself and
Jane!
Leaning on the fence, Jane spoke
to the scarecrow. IT ought to be
glad but am not"
The scarecrow bowed and danced
in the breeze. He had no heart, of
course. He was made of two crossed
sticks
Jane found Mrs. Toilette on the
wide porch. She was snowy and
crisp in white linen. She wore
black enamel brooch, and a fiat
black hat which was so old-fash-
Toned that it took on Victorian
! stateliness.
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