Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-01-28

1t to grow hemmed In by poverty and ira
dition. Even the neighbors In the little
southern town where they lived were not
allowed to know the dire straits to which
the arrogant old family had fallen.
AT stated intervals her mother had al
ways opened the house and welcomed her
townspeople. the shabby clothes had been
remended aud redarned, the old silver and
furniture repolished, and Mrs. Kendall had
sat beside her invalid husband and dis
pensed tea in eggshell china cups just as
the Randalls had always dispensed 1t. And
when the function was concluded, perfectly
conscious Of, but calmly ignoring the
whispers of her neighbors, she had mex
orably closed her doors in their faces again.
Behind those grimlt closed doors Pa
%tricia's life had been lived.
1t was that unbending pride that had
driven her mother when her father died,
and all else went to pay accommodating
debts, to take with her the few hundred
dollars left from the sale of their home,
and turn to a strange city to seek employ
ment rather than accept assistance from
her friends and neighbors. Poverty is en-
durable when one is not pitied," she said
grimly.
Seeking work in New York;" To un-
worldly Patricia the sentence was a magic
one. To her 1t spelled hope, adventure, and
a sort Of wild liberation.
"Unworldly.h She had never thought Of
that word as peculiarly applicable to her
self until they began their journey; then
1t came suddenly out Of obscurity, and
smiled at her.
1t was a smiling word. People looked at
her, mother and herself, and smiled when
they used 1t. Som smiled kindly; some
with d peculiar, ferret-like narrowing of
the eyelids; some like that man whose face
was a scar with a look that reached out
and-wanted.
and who had been so kind when her mother
was taken Ill In the station In New York
had used 1t a great deal.
She had helped them to the dressing
room, and when the frightened negro at
tendant seemed at a loss to know just what
to do she had taken the situation inc her
executive hands. She had a room in her own
house, She told Patricia, that she was In
the habit of renting. 1t had just been
vacated, and ste would gladly turn 1t over
from her indisposition.
Overcome with fear, unused to making
decisions, frantic at the thought of having
her mother removed to a hospital, Patricia
had accepted the offer thankfully. She had
only a vague impression Of what came
after-of the long drive In the taxi, the
arrival at a house In the suburbs; of a
man whom Mrs. Carson, their new friend,
introduced as her brother-a man whose
eyes had flashed when they rested on her.
But the girl, beyond a momentary shrink
ing, had not felt any apprehension then.
Her thoughts were all with her mother,
whom she supported upstairs, undressed,
and laid upon the bed from which she
was never to see her ariaei
When, a few weeks later, she stood alone
by a grave In a strar ge cemetery, that
word "unworldly" came out Of It's OBJ
scurity and smiled at her again. Suddenly
1t seemed to be an unfriendly word. There
were tears behind the subtle smiles 1t pro-
voked.
Mrs. Carson'G eyes grew suddenly acrid-
even i%nsolent, when Patricia, finding that
her mothers funeral had used up the small
store OF money brought from the south,
told her she must seek work, find some
thing to do somewhere.
The woman reappraIsed the girlla beauty