Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-10-07
By Ruth Pine Furniss

prodded her verbally. his words jerky
with anger and relief. How In hell did
you get here?"
n Mrs. Brewster added. And how
did you get our book"
Nell knew that she was about to weep.
She didn't want to. she hated herself for
it, but after endless hours OF fighting
against 1t, weeping became Immediately
and unavoidably imperative.
But first she thrust the quarto toward
Mrs. Brewster. "Herel Take your old
booki It'll get wet-I'm going to cryI'
1t was seized eagerly. Then Mrs. Brew
ster's eyes, softening a little, went to
NelPs trembling mouth. Don't" she
began.
But Nell already was. Tears streamed
down her scarlet cheeks. as she suffered
out her apology. Il Just wanted to
s-see your house. Tommy said it
was SO wonderful, especially the library.
I was only going to peek In and go
right back, but it was open-the window.
l mean-and I Just had to Come in.
And the book was lying there on the
table. and / picked it up to look at 1T.
And then you all Game downstairs,
n Il hid. / didn't even know had
1t with me till you came into the room.
And then l couldn't put 1t back. I
wasn't going to s-steal 1t, I only wanted
TO s-see And now I've zone and
Spoiled. :" She broke of, Sob
bling hopelessly.
Tommy. his anger dissipated, bounded
to her side and threw his arms about her
dropping shoulders. There, there, dar-
ling, of course you weren't going to steal
it."
And you haven't spoiled anything"
supplemented Mrs. Brewster, surprisingly
~gentle-unless 1t was our composure-
n your husband'sl"
That's another thing" walled Nell,
raising her head. 81 couldn't help hear
ing what you said about Tommy"
(The Brewsters exchanged dismayed
glances.1 And that's my fault, too.
He's not q b-bit like that. really. 1t
was all me. ! kept warning him that
when he saw p-patients he must be
d-dignihed and professional and in a
hurry. He-he isn't always. you know
He isn't ever" put in Tommy grimly.
She lifted reproachful eyes to his. But
Oh, Tommy-how could you do it that
way?"
Amazed, he stared down at her. What
way? l did it perfectly. I was dignifed
and gentlemanly, and rushed, and all
the rest of it. You don't know how per-
feet / was. You never saw me-"
mo, but I heard about It'll"
Here the Brewsters laughed outright.
But Nell, determined in her remorse to
make a clean breast Of it, rushed on.
Oth0 " wing ibo OCCA LILY
fault. He's never like that-like you
s-said. He isn't masking a thing. He's
a d-dear. And he does know his job
ask DR.. Berwick at the hospital: ask DR.
Thompson in New York: T-Tommy's
wonderful. But / was so afraid that
oh, 1 wish. I wish I'd never opened my
foolish mouth in the beginning. l wish
I'd let him alone. l.
Never mind, my dear. Never mind
Mrs. Brewster moved forward and laid
her hand on Nell's arm. Every trace of
GOODNESS and suspicion had vanished
from her face. Don't worry about 1t
another moment. There's no harm done.
On the contrary. there may be some
She bit her lip and concluded quickly
There's no doubt at all that he's most
certainly not like that'l"s
MIR. Brewster chuckled. He's been I'M
masked-by his own wifel'
Nell. a little bewildered by this unex-
pected turn of things, wiped her eyes AND
managed an uncertain smile.
AREN'T you very tired2" asked Mrs
Brewster. II should hin you would
be-after such an EVENING" Please dc
sit down. And Alden-perhaps-?"
He nodded. Eyes. indeed" Then, tt
Tommy, Nov that you're not In active
pursuit of your duty doctor, can you bt