Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-07-27
CHAPTER IV-Continued

CHAPTER IV-Continued
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Gas a man thinks-Do you believe
it?" Evans asked.
"Some of it." replied Jane.
''We'n talk about it tonight. No, I
can't come in. Dinner is at seven"
He fingered a moment longer. "Do
you know what darling you are,
Jane?"
She stood watching him as he
limped away. Once he turned and
waved. She waved back and her
eyes were blurred with tears.
In James next letter to Judy she
told about the dinner.
1--WE had a delicious dinner. It
seems to me, Judy, that my mind
dwells great deal on things to eat.
But, after all, why shouldn't I?
Housekeeping is my job.
'Mrs. Toilette doesn't attempt to
do anything that she can't do well,
and it was all so simple and satisfy
ing. In the center of the table was
some of the fruit that Mr.. Towne
sent in silver epergne, and there
were four Sheffield candlesticks with
white candles.
Mrs. Toilette carved the turkey.
Evans can't do things like that
she wore her perennial black lace
and pearls, and in spite of every
thing, Judy, can't help liking her,
though she is such a beggar on
horseback. They haven't a cent, ex-
cept what she makes from the milk,
but she looks absolutely the lady of
the manor.
'"The cousins are very fashiona-
BILE. One of them, Muriel Toilette,
knows Edith Towne intimately. She
told us all about the wedding, and
how people are blaming Edith for
running away and are feeling terri
bly, sorry for Mr.. Towne. Of course
they didn't know that Badly and /
had ever laid eyes on either Of them.
But you should have seen Baldy's
eyes, when Muriel said things about
Edith. ! was scared stiff for fear
he'd say something. You know how
his temper flares.
"Well, Muriel said some catty
things. That everybody is sure that
Delafield Sinms is in love with
someone else, and that they are say
ing Edith might have known it if she
hadn't always looked upon herself
as the center of the universe. And
they feel that if her heart is broken,
the decent thing would be to mourn
in the bosom of her family. Of
course I'm not quoting her exact
words, but you'll get the idea.
"And Badly thinks his queen can
do no wrong, and was almost burst
ing. Judy, he walks in a dream. /
don't know what good it is going to
do him to feel like that. He will
have to always worship at a dis
lance like Dante. Or was it Abe
lard? always get those grande pas
sions mixed.
anyhow, there you have it. Edith
Towne rode in Baldy's flivver, and
he has hitched that little wagon to a
star!
"Well, after dinner, we set the
victrola going and Badly had to
dance with Muriel. She dances ex-
tremely well, and I know he en-
joyed it, though he wouldn't admit
it. And Muriel enjoyed it. There's
no denying that Badly has way
with him.
cater they had danced a while
everybody played bridge, except Ev-
ans and me. You know how I hate
it, and it makes Evans nervous. So
we went in the library and talked.
Evans is dreadfully discouraged
about himself. I wish that you were
here and that we could talk it over.
But it is hard to do it at long dis
lance. There ought to be some way
to help him. Sometimes it seems
that can't stand it when remem-
Der what he used to be-"
Evans had carried Jane off to the
library Mechanically. 81 want
you," was all the reason he vouch-
safed as they came into the shabby
room with it's leaping flames in the
fireplace, its book-lined walls, it's i'm
posing portrait above the mantel.
The portrait showed Evans
grandfather, and beneath it was a
photograph of Evans himself. The
likeness between the two men was |
striking-there was the same square
set of the shoulders, the same |
bright, waved hair, the same air of |
youth and high spirits. The grand
father in the portrait wore a blue
uniform, the grandson was in khaki,
but they were, without a question,
two of kind.
You belong here, Jane" said Ev-
ans, ION one side of the fireplace,