Glacier County chief., 1939-06-09

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from Divine's cabin, and now saw
girls hand make little gesture to-
ward Art. The boy snatched OF his
hat, and then as the girl drove on,
remained fixed in his saddle, star
ing after her.
He was still sitting like that.
Brock knew, when the roadster slid
to stop at the house and Irene
jumped out, laughing and reaching
both hands to him. Her words came
in staccato gasps: "Gordonl My
dear! should never have known
you! You're Why" She paused,
surveyed him, ended helplessly,
"Why Gordon!"
He watched her curiously at first,
then warmed to spontaneous re-
Spouse. She stood before him as
amazingly beautiful as ever; tall,
dark, trinity outfitted in riding
breaches, gray silk shirt, black tie,
and polished tan boots, all of which
were perhaps more stylish than
comfortable, yet gave her figure
magnetic grace. The sun had burned
her cheeks on the drive across the
desert, coloring them over olive
skin, and the dry wind had cast a
sparkle upon her usually languid,
dark eyes.
Brock laughed into them, returned
the pressure of her clasp, and they
stood for an instant, wordless. In
wardly he had to admit some of the
old feeling.
The Senator interrupted, boosting
himself from the car. you're look
ing fine, my boy. Finel Say, I'd
give something for your middle!"
Brock went to him. you'll be
this way if you live in the noun
tains long enough. I'm glad to see
you, Senator"
Sutherland shook hands with
hearty campaign grasp, long and
full of action. He was short and
thick-set, past fifty, with a round
face behind which lurked the humor
of many good smoking room stories.
In clothes he had not followed
Irene's example, but wore a thin
suit of white and limp Panama.
They were still in the first ex-
change of greetings when a second
car swung around bend of the
road and burst through the willows,
further scattering Art Tillson's
mules. It halted near the roadster,
sedan scarcely showing its occu-
pants in the piled-up baggage.
He opened the door, and a gray
haired, motherly face peered at him
over a canvas roll. "How do you do,
Gordon? You'll have to dig me out
before ! can reach you" The WON.
ans voice came cheerily in spite
of her cramped position.
The chauffeur came from in front
to help him; a short, spare man
who had been in the family always.
In moment they had the Senator's
wife out. She gave Brock an i'm
pulsive hug, then stood off consid-
ering him from Stetson hat to serv-
ice boots.
you're a good-looking ranger,
Gordon" was her verdict. 81 must
say that!"
"My thanks" he answered, smil-
ing upon her. OF the Sutherland
family she was the one who gave
open affection. She babied the Sem
ator and spoiled Irene. and at one
time would have spoiled him too.
Dick Divine came from his cabin,
introduced himself perfunctorily.
then added tc Breck, I've got
somethin' on the table in there. They
can eat while we're packin'."
CHANGING down, his eye fell on the
array Of luggage. A startled look
crossed his face.
Breck laughed. "Can we put this
on three mules, Dick?"
The old packer blinked hard. "I'd
say it amt all here"
ooh no." Irene agreed. "It isn't.
You'll find the rest in my roadster"
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