Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-07-19
Marriage Like Vaccination,
DON'T Always Take, Said
Momtama's Homeless MAN

Il can tell by your handwriting that you
are strong n manly and have that
primitive trait which would make you
die fighting for your mate. l hope you
are not what is called a fine looking man
as no beautiful woman wants a pretty
man. Our type wants the robust, red
blooded kind Of man. The kind Of man
who has always swayed empires"
The following two months the letters
came fast and furiously. Then John sent
the letter containing a ticket to Helena
and 800 for expenses. John instructed
her to wear a white rose when she
stepped from the train and he would be
wearing a red rose.
Meanwhile photographs had been ex-
changed. The picture of the young wom-
an received by John would cause an
artist to rave and beg to be allowed to
paint the original.
1t was a sort of Mary Anderson, Lii
liam Russell and Della Fox rolled into
one We'll, my sweetheart sure said 1t"
exclaimed John as he gazed with rapture
on the picture, mo woman as beautiful
as she would want a good looking man.
John paid a casual visit to a Marysville
photographers studio and when the
owner wasn't looking. slipped the photo
graph Of a good looking, 30-year-old man
AAiN LAO 1Oots AAtAo AZ
he shipped to the girl at Marshalltown,
Iowa.
On the day she was to arrive from
Iowa, John spent SO and two hours in a
barber shop. He then engaged Wendell
Butch, afterwards a Butte taxi man, to
carry him to and from the depot. He left
the hotel an hour before time for the
train to arrive.
At the Depot
1.-THE train won't be in for an hour
yet" explained Butch.
What's that to your" answered the
happy man, you are to be paid for every
minute. even If the train is hours late
Stafford had nearly reached the depot
when he remembered that he had no red
rose. He was driven back to a florist
shop and he selected the largest red rose
IN the place.
At the depot he had an hour to wait,
but he spent the time in pacing up and
down the platform. At last the train
pulled in. The usual number of pas
sengers alighted, but no ravishing 90
year-old beauty wearing q white rose
stepped from the train. Johns heavy
face became heavier as two slow tor
turing n dragged slowly by. He
saw visions of female swindlers and his
800 bill with wings.
Another long minute passed and John
gave q despairing look at the train as he
was about to return to Butch's hack
when the skinniest, tallest woman that
he ever had seen jumped from the steps
of one of the Pullmans. She was about
so years of age, had a face so narrow
that only one eye would have crowded 1t
and while in excess OF six feet in height,
she appeared to weigh less than l00
pounds.
John Blinked
John blinked like the sun had sud
denly blinded him. Gulping a few times
he stepped toward her and in a husky
voice asked, Are you Florida Caroline
Trotter?"
She smiled coyly, nodded her head and
asked If he was John Stafford.
ut is no use for we to bamboozle any
longer" he said. I'VE ave both been
fim-fiammed SO let's be game and make
a go Of it."
She uttered a sob like the heroine In
the second act of East Lynn and assum-
ing the dropping willow and clinging
vine" pose she whispered. II am a long
way from home out here in the wilder
ness of Montana. I am here to fulfill
my vows. What denomination of min
lister have you engaged?"
II didn't hire one as / wasn't too damn
sure you would come. But you can have
any kind. II you insist, I'll get a rabbi. =
arm in arm, they walked to Butch's
hack and were driven up Rodney street
to a parsonage. That evening Mr.. and
Mrs. Stafford left for Silver where they
lived happily. indifferently and unhap-
PLY for three months.
These marriages are like vaccina-
tions," JOIN said as he watched the
train depart carrying back to Iowa the
beauty of n previous issue of Heart
Throbs. They scratch you. bleed you
and then they don't always take