had always liked females of any age, especially smart ones.
Every afternoon Noraleeâs long, slim neck bent over her type stick, which brought Eliâs avuncular approval. âSheâs not too purty, but she kin set type faster ân lightning, and she kin shore make me chuckle.â
Cole was growing remote as a fence post. During the day they sashayed around each other in the overcrowded Lark office, but Cole began spending most of his time elsewhere. Writing, she supposed. He kept Noralee busy setting type every day after school, and on Saturdays she spent all day cleaning ink off his overworked Ramage press.
Jessâs nerves finally snapped when she read the Tuesday edition of the Lark . Cole had covered the fire at her office, writing with eloquence about lawlessness and violence. But the headline on the editorial page of his latest issue made her fists clench.
Sheriff Silver Fails
Law Exam
Jessamine crumpled the page into a tight ball and marched down to the restaurant, where she knew Cole was eating breakfast. She tossed the scrunched-up editorial page right in the middle of his scrambled eggs.
âWhat right do you have spreading lies like this?â she demanded.
He set his coffee cup on its saucer with a crisp clink. âThe right of every good newspaperman, or woman, to report the news.â
His voice was so calm she felt like screaming. âThis isnât news! Itâs not true.â
âIt is true, Jess. Sit down and have some coffee.â
âHow do you know itâs true?â She was so furious she grabbed his cup off the saucer and gulped down the contents.
âTelegraph,â he said calmly. He signaled Rita to bring another cup. âThatâs how a journalist keeps up with the news,â he said. âIâm in touch with the Portland Oregonian office, and they just ran a story on our sheriff.â
âThatâs ridiculous,â she replied sharply.
âNo, itâs not. Itâs journalism.â
âOh,â she breathed. âOh, poor Jericho.â
Cole laughed. ââPoor Jerichoâ nothing. It wonât make a damn bit of difference in the election. At the debate, if you recall, the sheriff made mincemeat of Conway Arbuckle. People are smarter than you think, Jess. Itâs the man theyâll be voting for, not the law degree. A law degree isnât a requirement for a district judge, and besides, Jericho can take the exam again in the spring. And besides that , Conway Arbuckle is turning out to be a reprehensible skunk.â
âOh,â she said again. Cole began pressing the wrinkles out of his rumpled editorial page while Rita splashed coffee into both their cups.
âHow are the repairs to your office cominâ, Miss Jessamine?â the waitress inquired.
âSlowly, Rita. I can hardly waitââ she caught the fleeting expression that crossed Coleâs face ââto, uh, see what it will look like when the carpenter is finished. Mr. Sanders has been very kind in letting me use his press.â
âThe truth,â Cole interjected, âis that Miss Lassiter can hardly wait to get as far away from me as possible. He thumped the page heâd spread out by his plate.
âCole, thatâs not true,â she blurted out. âItâs just that...that...â
The waitress grinned. âI know what you mean, Miss Jessamine. You two ainât exactly like two peas in a pod. More like two Indians tryinâ to scalp each other.â
âOh, no,â Jessamine protested. âWeâre...well, weâre professional colleagues. Sort of.â
âMaybe,â Cole muttered.
âHuh! You two canât even agree on an insult.â Rita picked up her coffeepot and headed back to the kitchen.
âIâIâm having the upstairs painted a soft rose color,â Jess said to change the subject.
âYeah, I know,â Cole said. âI was up there
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