The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1926-07-02

the summer and the steady grind of
housekeeping, were already over
wrought.
Suddenly l decided upon a plan.
Ellie Mitchell, my girlhood chum,
had returned from several years trav-
ell in Europe and had taken an apart
ment ON Park Avenue in New York.
In order to gain the consent of her
parents, she was making a pretense
of studying art. She had repeatedly
urged me to come up and visit her
and each time [ had refused. "You
must be getting STALE" she had ar
gued in her hurried scrawl, "some
new plays, few nights of opera and
snappy supper club or two will
brush the cobwebs away"
She was undoubtedly right. l would
go to New York. Curtiss was on his
feet once more and did not need me
to help him with his uphill climb.
Of course he did not approve of
Ellie but by his own conduct, he had
sacrificed his right to advise me
about my friends. She was certainly
much finer than Letitia Evans with
her admission that CLOTHES, dances,
and MORALS had changed" That
Ellie was frivolous 1 knew perfectly
well, but, she was my very best
friend, and l needed to move about in
the care-free environment in which
she lived.
AS for Curtiss he had shown me
little consideration for several weeks
and, so, regardless of what he
thought, l made up my mind to 90
to New York. From father had come
a generous birthday check. | would
spend it on lovely clothes-the sort
OF clothes I had worn before l had
become the wife of Curtiss Wright
and so bedecled would go to New
York.
/ Decision brought a new interest in
life and I sought my bed more pleas
ed with myself than I had been in
all the summer months.
I don't know how long l had beer
asleep when l was awakened by the
sound of a car stopping and brake.
being suddenly applied. / pushed
back the green silk gauze from tn,
window beside my bed and there il
the moonlight were Curtiss and
girl-but they were not in the ca
they had started out in, but Letiti;
Evans roadster which she was driv
ing herself.
There was an enveloping stillnes
and then I heard Curtiss' voice:
] "But I don't think it's safe; you
going home alone"
Then Letitia:
'Much safer than your going wit
me old dear"
Then they both laughed. Letiti
, had been drinking; for her laughte
: was strained and high. I had bee
: on few parties with her myself an
i | knew when she had too much.
! What could it all mean?
: The changed cars, and that sh
} would be much safer alone than wit
7 Curtiss seeing her home! I glanced a
: the little jeweled clock on my bedsid
: table and with swift alarm I notice
| that the hands stood at 8 O'CLOCK
More than half the night was gone
A generation ago a young girl on
I with married man at that hou
: would have faced certain disgrace an
/ yet here was this spoiled child of fol
= tune taking no care whatever t
i hide her indiscretion; and bold
laughing and talking as if she care
not snap of her restless finger
what I or the neighbors should thinl
: What excuse would Curtiss offer
|, Curtiss who had always been so dis
:. nified and prim.
e I remembered my decision to go /
a New York but for some reason, m
e plan brought little comfort and all
e could think of was the mconvention.
l. scene which I had just witnessed on
n side.
n The light fared up and Curtis
5, stood beside my bed.
(To be continued next weekly