Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-04-15

vacation, the mere going somewhere, the
luxury of Pullmans, diners, hotels, these
were the things she thought of-these, and
the realizing OF something wished for. II
was as If, somehow, she were treating the
girl who had been herself. Something like
that. But she was being childish
about it, She got up abruptly and went
over to the closet to chamois her face and
adjust her hat over her slightly curling,
unbobbed hair. She was at the outer door
when Jerrow, the manager, called to her
from his desk in the corner.
"0h, Miss Hill"
Jessica turned, one hand on the doorknob
Yes, Mr.. Jerrow2"
See you for a minute 2"
She crossed the room and stood waiting
beside the desk. Jerrow scrawled his name
across an unsigned letter and then looked
up.
II see this check isn't indorsed," he re-
marked, pushing a small blue slip toward
her.
CHECK 2" repeated Jessica.
Yes When your brother came In last
night, l was In n hurry to get away, and /
guess l didn't take time to turn 1t over.
until now
For q moment the floor seemed to lift be
meath her. She put a hand on the desk.
How much was 1t for 2" she heard
herself saying, stupidity.
But Jerrow was again preoccupied with
MS letters. "Seyenty-fve wasn't it?" he
said absently. He signed another letter.
Things were locked up, and 1t isn't often
have as much lying around loose, you
know. But | fixed him up. Fine young
tion of you, too. Why didn't you ever tell
MS you had a brother like that?"
lie looked up pleasantly. Jessica was
staring at the blue blur Of the check, lying
on the desk where he had placed 1t.
That's 1t, isn't it?" Jerrow asked.
She picked it up. Glanced at the amount
made out to the order of self. At the STEADY
characters at the bottom spelling her name.
Then she looked quietly at Jerrow.
Yes, this is It," she said and took a pen
and wrote her name across the back. She
didn't have to hesitate-the signatures were
much alike, Thanks for being so oblig-
ing she added.
mot at ALL" She turned. ooh. by the
way, Miss HILL" he halted her. ITS still
the Falls you're planning on?"
Il bad thought of the Falls" she an
Jerrow grinned. "IIope it doesn't mean
m'm-what that trip usually does? Be-
cause oh, WELL" as Jessica shook
her head and smiled YEARLY, I'VE can dis
cuss the because when you get back.
Here's a new folder telling you just what
Thought you'd like to look it over, seeing
as you know everything about travel 1"
Thanks" said Jessica, and took IT. Her
myers pressed the glossy surface tightly.
bht Huifltu W lue uDOr, out into the
street, to the J. station.
On the train she counted buildings, count
cd streets, read the advertising placards, all
or them several times. There'd be plenty of
time to think later. In the small south side
apartment she slipped the travel folder into
O. i bundle of other folders on the mantel.
she took a long while doing unnecessary
things about the rooms. Finally, she went
INTO the kitchenette and started the dinner.
she supposed she was humming "Sittin' in
a Corner: she was startled to find that
she was really saying, aloud, Mustn't
think about 1t, mustn't think about it," A
silly. syneopation. She hoped that the bell
would tap Jacks code in the hallway and
he would come In tired from the DAVIS
grind of collections before she could have
decided what to say to him, and so would
not say anything. But he didn't come.
teen.
She set the dinner things aside on the
stove and went into the living room and
sal down. Then the thoughts came.
They came slowly, chronologically, In
procession. Ten years seemed to stalk into
the room and march before her. Each