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

oh, she's going to marry Frederick
Towne, and see how shabby she
is.'"
"You are never shabby"
"That's because / made myself
two new dresses while I was at Ju-
dy's. And this is one of them"
"You have the great art of looking
lovely in the simplest things. But
some day you are going to wear a
frock that I have for YOU" He told
her about the silver and blue crea-
ton he had bought in Chicago. ''Now
and then take it out and look at it.
I've put it in your room, Jane, and
it is waiting for you"
She thought now of the blue and
silver gown, as Sophy said, "Miss
Jane, done pressed that wife chif-
fon of yours twel it hardly hangs to-
gether."
"I'n wear it once more, Sophy.
I'm having sewing woman next
week"
With the old white chiffon she
wore golden rose or two-and sat
at Frederick's right, while on the
other end of the great table, Cousin
Annabel weighed her in the balance.
Jane knew she was being weighed.
Cousin Annabel was so blue-blooded
that it showed in the veins of her
hands and nose-and her hair was
dressed with a gray Transformation
which quite overpowered her thin
little face with it's thin little nose.
AS matter of fact, Cousin Anna
bel felt that Frederick had taken
leave of his senses. What could he
see in this short-haired girl-who
hadn't jewel, except the one he
had given her?
Jane wore Towne's ring, hidden,
on ribbon around her neck. s'Some
day I'll let everybody see it," she
had said, "but not now"
"You act as if you were ashamed
of it,
'I'm not. But Cinderella must
wait until the night of the ball"
1t was while they were drinking
their coffee in the drawing room
that the storm came up. It was
one of those cyclonic winds that
whip off the tops of the trees and
blow the roofs from unsubstantial
edifces. The thunder was cease
less reverberation = the lightning
was pink and made the sky seem
like a glistening inverted shell.
Cousin Annabel hated thunder
storms and said so. 81 think / shall
go to my room, Frederick"
"You are not a bit safer up there
than here" Towne told her.
"But feel safer, Frederick" She
was very decided about it.
So she went up and Badly and
Edith wandered across the hall to
the library, where Edith insisted
they could observe other aspects
of the storm.
Jane and her lover were left
alone, and presently Frederick was
called to the telephone.
"I'm not sure that it's safe, sir,
in this Storm" Waldron warned.
Nonsense, Waldron," Towne said,
and stepped quickly across the pol
ished floor.
Thus it happened that Jane sat
by herself in the great drawing
room of the Ice Palace, while the
wind howled, and the rain streamed
down the window glass, and all the
evil things in the world seemed let
loose.
And she was afraid!
Not of the storm, but of the great
house. She was so small and it
was so big. Her own little cottage
clasped her in it's warm embrace.
This great mansion stood away from
her-as the sky stands away from
the desert. All the rest of her life
she would be going up and down
those great stairs, sitting in front
of this great fireplace, presiding at
the far end of Frederick's great ta-
ble-dwarfed by it all, losing per-
sonality, individuality, bidding good
by forever to little Jane Barnes,
becoming until death parted them
the wife of Frederick Towne.
(TO BE CONTINUED)