The woman's voice was rising. Her gestures were furious. Claire and Milt

stood close, their hands slipping together.

"What d' you think of a man that'd go off and leave a lady without half

enough to eat, while he gallivanted around, trying to raise money by

gambling, when he was offered a good job up here? He's a gambler--told

me he was a rich mine-owner, but never touched a mine in his life. Lying

hound--worst talker in ten counties! Got a gambler's hand on him, too--I

ought to seen it! Oh, wait till I get hold of him; just wait!"

Claire thought of the still hand--so still--that she had seen under the

edge of the upturned car. She tried to speak, while the woman raved on,

wrath feeding wrath: "Thank God, I ain't really his wife! My husband is a fine man--Mr.

Kloh--Dlorus Kloh, my name is. Mr. Kloh's got a fine job with the mill,

at North Yakima. Oh, I was a fool! This gambler Pinky Parrott, he comes

along with his elegant ways, and he hands me out a swell line of gab,

and I ups and leaves poor Kloh, and the kid, and the nicest kid---- Say,

please, could you folks take me wherever you're going? Maybe I could get

a job again--used to was a good waitress, and I ain't going to wait here

any longer for that lying, cheating, mean-talking----"

"Oh, Mrs. Kloh, please don't! He's dead!" wailed Claire.

"Dead? Pinky? Oh--my--God! And I won't ever see him, and he was so funny

and----"

She threw herself on the ground; she kicked her heels; she tore at her

loosely caught, tarnished blonde hair.

Claire knelt by her. "You mustn't--you mustn't--we'll----"

"Damn you, with your smug-faced husband there, and your fine auto and

all, butting into poor folks' troubles!" shrieked Dlorus.

Claire stumbled to her feet, stood with her clenched right hand to her

trembling lips, cupping it with her nervous left hand. Her shoulders

were dejected. Milt pleaded, "Let's hike out. I don't mind decent honest

grease, but this place--look in at table! Dirty dishes---- And gin

bottles on the floor!"

"Desert her? When she needs me so?" Claire started forward, but Milt

caught her sleeve, and admired, "You were right! You've got more nerve

than I have!"

"No. I wouldn't dare if---- I'm glad you're here with me!"

Claire calmed the woman; bound up her hair; washed her face--which

needed it; and sat on the log doorstep, holding Dlorus's head in her

lap, while Dlorus sobbed, "Pinky--dead! Him that was so lively! And he

was so sweet a lover, oh, so sweet. He was a swell fellow; my, he could

just make you laugh and cry, the way he talked; and he was so educated,

and he played the vi'lin--he could do anything--and athaletic--he would

have made me rich. Oh, let me alone. I just want to be alone and think

of him. I was so bored with Kloh, and no nice dresses or nothin', and--I

did love the kid, but he squalled so, just all the time, and Pinky come,

and he was so funny---- Oh, let me alone!"




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