Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-05-16

Il suppose" she said. that Mr.. Tyne
caught his cold at the funeral"
| nodded.
She remained thoughtfully silent for
a long time. staring into the fire.
Sometimes" she said. 1T seems TO me
that eyerybody'd be a whole lot better
if I'd never been born"
You mustn't think things like that, >
I told her.
But it's true" she insisted morosely
Il don't suppose that mother would
have left my father if she hadn't hated
the idea of having a child. She wanted
TO be free. And then She paused
I've never told any one this before,
because l don't like to think of it. AL
fred told me about it. My father was
killed because he was trying to save
me. They found him pinned under the
tent pole, with his hand out still shov-
ing me away.
And then poor Alfred had to spend
his life taking are OF me. He worked
so hard! O, Sc very hard And he never
complained. Perhaps. If he hadn't had
me TO worry about, he would be alive
now. Then Mr.. Tyne had to go to AL
fred's funeral. Don't you see? It's just
one thing after another. I guess I must
be unlucky for people
l talked to her a long time, talked
a lot OF rather specious, sentimental
psuedophilosophy, I'm afraid; about
how life rolls on, how things happen
and how we have to make the best OF
them.
I've decided to go to New York." she
said presently. Just as soon as we
know about Mr.. Tyne"
Why, Betty?' I asked. What are
you going to do in New York;"
20, I'll go with some show" she said
Il cal get a chorus job easily enough
But you don't want to be a chorus
girl" l protested.
"Well-noi 1 don't want to be a
chorus girl. but sometimes you have tc
be something you don't want to be. ]
won't be a chorus girl long. Lots OF
silly girls go into it just to have a good
time, and some others go into 1t te
work hard and get ahead. 1t doesn't
take directors long to know which is
which,
She told me how much her salary
would be, how she would spend it. Fiji
teen dollars a week for singing lessons
and she was sure she could get hel
dancing lessons in exchange for doing
her instructors se~cretarial work. It was
no little stage struck girl speaking
There was cool, hard common sense ir
her attitude. 1 tried to persuade hel
to remain longer with us.
No" she said firmly, you're very
kind, but / can't stay
why not?" I asked.
Its not my sort of life" she replied
NO, l was brought up in the show
business and 1 guess I'd better stick
to it,"
l made a broad guess; I reached out
took her hand and asked, point blank
Are you in love with Fred Tyne?"
She looked up at me, startled. lips
parted. why did you ask that?"
Just because I've grown fond of yot
and | want to know how things really
stand"
Il don't know" she said slowly. "But
lt doesn't make much difference, does
Is? When I go away I'll forget all about
it," She rose from her cushion. II think
I'll lie down now"
All night long Fred Tyne held DIES.
perately to that thin, strong thread
which attached him to the living anc
when morning came the doctor said he
had a fair chance of pulling through.
I went to the Samset club for lunch
largely, / suppose, because I knew that
old man Tyne went there usually. He
was in the library when I came in
standing with his back to the fire
hands clasped behind him. His eyes
fastened upon me, followed me, asking
begging for news, and I gave him moth
ing but a nod.
Tyne stayed pretty close to the mar
gin all day and all night, and / began
to realize that he and his father were
MT much different when it came to
pnarjfV and Cf11hhOrrnQcc
The turn came at dawn. He appeared
to be resting, instead of fighting for
life. His Sunken face, with its ragged
dark beard, seemed at peace, and he
was breathing easily.
We had a family conclave in the liv-
ing room, Dorothy, Betty and I, with
black coffee to buck us up. Suddenly
the tears pressed out Of Betty's eyes
and started down her cheeks. She
wasn't crying, but fat tears kept rolling
down.
Il can't stop them" she explained.
During the next week, while Tyne re-
gained his strength, Dorothy and Betty
were with him constantly. Betty read
to him by the hour; We got her a uku-
lele and she played and sang for him
all sorts of silly, amusing, sometimes
sentimental ditties that she'd picked
up in theatrical boarding houses.
A week rolled by and Tyne was doing
splendidly. Then Betty announced
that she was leaving. He took the news
soberly, very soberly, but he made no
comments; he just looked at her for a
long time, thinking his own thoughts.
And his eyes followed her about the
room.
Dorothy said that she was going to
New York, too. She had some shopping
to do, she said, and it would be fun to
go with Betty. A Mrs. DOolin, who was
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