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

NOW Cney mad gone OFT together
on moonlight picnic all alone in the
back seat of the long, high powered
car. With just the two couples out
there en- the mountain they would be
thrown together most of the time.
Eve Drennen and Bill Gillespy were
engaged and would undoubtedly 90 off
moOn-gazing leaving Curtiss and Le-
titia alone. She was pretty too!
recalled exactly how she looked as
she stood in the doorway waiting for
Curtiss to come out and there was
that intangible something about her,
too, that appeals to men. Women
called it personality or charm, for
want of more definite term. In my
jealous mood interpreted it as stud
led allure.
Although the heat of the day had
been intense a sudden shower Just be-
fore sunset had left the earth freshly
cleaning and just slightly warm. A
lilac bush breathed its fragrance in
to the night and a caressing young
breeze waited it tenderly towards the
South. The moonlight, with fingers
of love, had smoothed out the rough
and jagged peaks of Shades mountain
beyond and under her gentle touch
their outlines were black velvet
against the distant sky.
Suddenly l yearned for romance
with all the enthusiasm of youth. !
even fancied a Prince Charming who
would come and whisper sweet moth
ing in my ear. I wanted to be told
that / was beautiful and attractive
and more desirable once more.
longed to be reasured that I was not
becoming matronly and uninteresting
and old.
What was it Curtiss had said
That I was ALWAYS thinking about
housekeeping and food"
And what was it Letitia Evans haC
flung at me as they left on theil
moonlight ride? That I was "get.
ting too unromantic for words ?"
All, if they could only have known
how eager l was for the very thing!
that they too, were seeking out Their,
ON the mountain under the moon! RO
nance, adventure, cOmpanionship, ant
love.
CurtiSs had been absolutely unap
preciative of the sort l had made t.
help him win back the fortune he hat
lost. Little had he realized what
struggle it was fer me to continual,
economic when | had known nOthins
but luxurious living before we wer
wed. Then too, had strenuously en-
deavored to become the kind of wifi
he admired most.
And what was the result?
Daily his interest was growing i
another girl.
It had been no easy task this "set
thing down" to the conventional hum
drum of married life. There was n
doubt in my mind, l had been, my
self, the butterfly type, and my mar
ried friends with whom I had bee
thrown, were disciples of the grea
god jazz. They all had an ultra-mod
ern viewpoint of Life. They kept u
a whirl of parties. There were ga
dinners, bright conversation, entranC
ing dances, and they even counter
anced flirtatious affairs. Perhaps,
thought, theirs was the most colorfI
sort of existence after all.
I realized, sitting there alone
the darkness, how had, to all out
ward appearances, changed. 1 ha
relinquished the things that had FOL
merly meant my idea of "goo
time," and had been what the worl
calls "mcdel wife"
And yet, something had happene
to me tonight. A reaction had o.
CURED, and I stepped from benin
what seemed to have been, a mas
All the longings, and emotions of IL
old Sallie had returned and I made
resolution that I would not becon
callous to all the thrilling, gladson
things of life. Nor would / sit calr
ly by and watch Curtiss' infatuatit
for this madcap girl. The situati,
was beginning to get on my nerve
which, with the protracted heat OF