Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-07-20

There were no vital parts affected
and he would give some medicine
which would prevent further suffer-
ing.
Mrs. Toilette was out, and old
Mary was in the kitchen, singing.
She stopped her song as Evans
came through. He asked her to
help him and she brought a square,
deep basket and made Rusty a bed.
"You-all jes' put him heah by the
fab, and I'll look after him"
Evans shook his head. II want
him in my room. I'll take care of
him in the night"
He carried the dog upstairs with
him, knelt beside him, drew hard
deep breaths as the little fellow
licked his hand.
s'What kind of man am II" Ev-
ans said sharply in the silence.
"God, what kind of MANI"
Through the still house came old
Mary's thin and piping song:
"Stay in the fiep,
Stay in the fier, oh, wah-yah--
Stay in the fieP
Till the Wah is ended"
Evans got up and shut the door.
Jane was walked usually by the
hoarse crow of an audacious little
rooster, who sent his challenge to
the rising sun.
But on Thanksgiving morning, she
found herself sitting up in bed in
the deep darkness-slim and white
and shivering-oppressed by some
phantom of the night.
She came to it gradually. The
strange events of yesterday. Evans.
Her own share in his future.
Her own share in Evans future?
Had, she really linked her life with
his? She had promised to pray
that he might get back-she had
pledged youth, hope and constancy
to his cause. And she had prom
ised before she had seen that Stun
bling figure in the snowl
In the matters of romance, James
thoughts had always ventured. She
had dreamed of a gallant lover, a
composite hero, one who should
combine the reckless courage of a
Robin Hood with the high moralities
of Galahad. With such a lover
one might gallop through life to a
piping tune. Or if the Galahad pre-
dominated in her hero, to an inspir-
ing professional!
And here was Evans, gray and
gaunt, shaken by tremors, fitting
himself into the background of her
future. And she didn't want him
there. Oh, not as he had been out
there in the snow!
Yet she was sorry for him with a
sympathy that wrung her heart. She
couldn't hurt him. She wouldn't.
Was there no way out of it?
Her hands went up to her face
She had a simple and childlike faith.
"Oh, God," she prayed, make us
all-happy-"
Her cheeks were wet as she lay
back on her pillows. And a Ger.
tain serenity followed her little pray.
er. Things would work together in
some way for good. She would
let it rest at that.
When at last the rooster crowed
Jane cast off the covers and went
to the windows, drawing back the
curtains. There was a faint white.
ness in the eastern sky-amethyst
and pearl, aquamarine, the day hao
dawned!
Well, after all, wasn't every day
a new world? And this day of all
days. One must think about the
thankful things!
Badly wanted to hear from Edith
Towne so much that he did not ge
to church lest he miss her call. Blu
Jane went, and sat in the Barnes
| pew, and was thankful, as she hae
said, for love and warmth and light
Evans, with his mother in the pew
looked straight ahead of him. HI
seemed worn and weary-a darl
shadow set against the brightness.
of those comrades on the glowing
glass.