"
"That ought to be easy," said Burke. "Marry one."
"That's what I'm telling Bailey."
"Why don't you set the example. 'Stelle Clayton--now."
Rivers laughed, but his eyes, directed above Burke's head, met the
unsmiling gaze of Blanche and sobered.
"Miss Clayton and I don't seem to get along first-rate," he said, and
her face lighted again.
"Well, there are lots of others 'round here--lonesome girls. Blanche,
can't you help Jim find a woman?"
Blanche did not answer lightly. She turned to her work. "I guess he can
find one if he tries hard."
She was alluring as she kneaded the bread at the table. The flex of her
waist and the swing of her skirts affected Rivers powerfully. He watched
her in silence. Once she looked around, and the penetrative glance of
his eyes filled her face with a rush of blood, and her eyes misted. A
few minutes later he said "good-night" in an absent-minded way and went
home.
Burke talked on, attempting to retain the cheery atmosphere which Rivers
had brought in, but Blanche refused to answer, a sombre look on her
sullen face.
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