Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-09-02

color of bright coated favored children
playing within its boundaries. She went
half q square out OF her way to pass
Number Eighty, on whose tight Tipped
windows and boarded doorway she gazed
with p%leasurable excitement. Number
Eighty's brown stone front and marble
steps belonged to the Willy Westons,
those interesting children of the gold
spoon intelligentsia who lived in this old
quarter and made themselves q center of
intellectual friction. The morning paper
had told her that the Willy Westons,
whose domestic fortunes had seemed to
be somewhat on the rocks, had become
reconciled. She was returning this week
from Paris n he from Alaska. Both
would occupy their box in the golden
horseshoe next Monday night.
Even as Miss McMinn walked briskly
by, workmen were arriving to take down
the boards from the doorway and unseal
the tight Tipped windows. She looked
upon their activities with q brightly con-
spring eye. Thanks to her breakfast
chemistry, she felt herself to be a part
occupying their box on next Monday
night, might be unaware of 1t, but she
knew that In q good seven dollar seat,
in range of their reconciled figures, would
sit an appropriately gowned and coiffured
New York woman, Thirty-Eight, but GER
bdlIly UOb OlltOIlSClOuS. dtI cdIB WOulu
be attuned to the harmonies of the
stage, n her eyes would possess a keen
ness which no detail of domestic har-
mony could escape.
Her Saturday morning duties in the
business office Of the All-American Wool
en- Trades Journal were performed in her
usual desiccated manner. She sent out
bills for overdue subscriptions and adj
vertisements of q new All-American line
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American born sheep and progressing by
successive patriotic stages to the hands
OF All-American wholesalers to the re-
tailers. She made out pay checks, gave
good but unwelcome advice to the
bleached stenographer and reached one
reliable and intelligent behavior.
At one she became a drop in the Nj
agara OF human beings that poured out
OF her downtown s~ykscraper. There are
drops that drop and drops that effer-
vesce. Miss McMinn buoyantly bounded
on the surface of her Niagara, permitting
other drops to sink into their appropri-
ate subways, while she headed toward
those quiet cross streets along upper
Fifth Avenue where Beauty may be had
by all who speak the password. In her
neat brown handbag she could her the
password uttered by the voice of Money.
talking as always with golden persuasive
ness. She had drawn out on the way to
the Office a sum SO eloquent that Beauty,
she was confident, would lie submissive
ly in her hand before the afternoon was
over.
She lunched extensively at Etienne's
and Toasted her eye as well as her diges-
ton upon the food provided by his smart
clientele and famous cuisine. Then with
the golden voice still warbling within
her handbag she set out upon her quest
OF Beauty.
The voice warbled in other hands by
shutdown, hand expert in effecting such
exchange. 1t was an afternoon Of happi-
ness and full reward. Not In vain for ten
years had Honour McMinn, breakfastfng
by her fifth story window, studied the
riddle OF What to Wear and How to Wear
1t. The same intelligence that had made
her face vivid in seat thirty-two, row
seven, had incubated long the ideas pro-
vided by style shows. beauty hints and
shop windows. The adequate and not un-
pleasing exterior visible to the world for
this long decade burst its cocoon on this
Hateful Saturday and Honour McMinn's
inner self knew as she gave her address
to one courteous saleswoman after an
other that Beauty Of the sort appropri-
ate to thirty-eight would be hers when
h opening strains Of Aida" fell upon
her ears aid the ears OF the Willy Wes-
tons In their box In the golden horseshoe
The brown handbag lay fiat upon bel
bu-eau that night. Not a whisper came
from 1t save the lonely whisper OF heI
seven dollar ticket for the opening night
Miss McMinn had even walked home be
causo there was not in its depths tia
necessary dime for bus fare along thu