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

The story SO far
The Cynical Mr.. Tyne" as he was called
BY the staff of the Planet Record. was
the son Of James X. Tyne. wealthy ~refriger-
ator manufacturer with whom he had
qGarreled. Tyne proved To- be a good sob
story writer when sent out on a case Of
an actor. Krammer, who had died in the
harness. leaving Betty. the daughter OF his
former partner in a small circus. alone in
the world. Tyne's mother had left the elder
Tyne when Frederick was but a small boy.
takine him to Europe where he received
his education. He was brought back to his
father and put in the REFRIGERATOR factory
when an agreement was made between his
parents. his mother afterwards marrying
an Austrian title. Mrs. Millward tries 10
have Betty taken to a home for friendless
girls but is thwarted by Tyne. who has
shown considerable interest in the girl, and
takes her TO the EDITORS home.
TYNE wrote a beautiful story about
the funeral: a column and a half
= Of news masterpiece. You felt the
pitiful loneliness of it. an unimpOrtant,
almost friendless, little actor gone to
his rest. And yet, somehow, you felt
that God would think him a great and
good man, because he had lived SO
valiantly and unselfishly.
That night Packman came into my
office with Tyne'S copy in his hand.
Read it and weep a real tear for a
change. Tyne isn't long for this world
of Planet. II McCleod'-he was our
old managing editor in New York
ever cast an eye on this yarn the
boyln have a job in the big city"
When l went home that night / woke
Dorothy up and gave her a copy OF the
II, Cl,n vnnl tho ctnVxr fhrn,tnb
turned to the beginning, and read it
through again.
He's goOd!' she said.
l told her how Packman had felt
about it.
'Why don't you give him his
chance?" she asked. Help him con-
meet in New York"
l said I wasn't running a training
school for Mcleod and that l needed
Tyne On my own paper. Just between
u.s." l said, I'm grooming him for the
city desk. Packman wants to leave"
Just because he can write said
Dorothy accusingly, you want to pro-
mote him to a job where he can't
write
mot at ALL" I told her. HE can step
out and do any story he feels like. Why
not?"
Il wish you'd bring him home some
Saturday night for supper" suggested
Dorothy. I'D like to know him better
80 would Betty, probably" l said.
She nodded soberly and lapsed into
thought. Finally, she said. About
Betty-Would you mind II she went on
living here for a time? I've taken rath-
er a problem on my hands. She really
hasn't a soul in the world to whom she
can go, and she's entirely too dear a
person to send packing out into the cold
world. I'm awfully fond of Betty"
The next day at the office l asked
Tyne to come to the house Saturday
for supper. The paper went to press
early on Saturday nights.
THE boys expect me to show up for
poker" said Tyne. "But-well, I'll ex-
plain to Them
! l told him he didn't have to come If
he'd rather play poker.
"No-I'd like to-" he said, rather
doubtfully.
Saturday, when we got the paper
rolling, Tyne was loafing restlessly
about the office. On the way home he
remarked that he had picked up a cold
on the day of the funeral.
We found Dorothy and Betty at the
piano, going through the score of THE
Mikado." They had spent most Of the
day making over a frock for Betty and
she was ~dazzlingly pretty in the fire.
light.
When we went into the dining room
where the light was brighter / saw
Dorothy look at Tyne sharply; then
her hand went out to touch his fore
head. Young man." she said, you're
burning up with fever! What's wrong
with your"
Just a little cold" he protested. "Ill
be all right"
The up-shot of it was that he began
to shake with a chill. He turned putty
color. Twenty minutes later he was in
bed, drinking a hot toddy, and I was
telephoning to DR.. Major. The doctor
came, looked him over and then took
me downstairs.
pneumonia" he said fatty. Made
worse by malnutrition and a general
rundown condition. He probably should
have been in bed two days ago. He
could be moved to a hospital, but I adj
wise that he stay where he is and that
you have a nurse for him."
No two ways about it: he was a sick
man. And our WI private Home for
the Friendless had another customer.
He was IN my room and Dorothy gave
hers to the nurse, she moved into
Betty's ROOM, which had twin beds, and
fixed me up on the living room couch.
The next morning, early, / went to
see Tyne's father. James K. Tyne re-
reived me in the library and I told him
what had happened.
He looked me over with his cold,
gray-green eyes and his lips frightened.
MY son." he said slowly, has been the
greatest disappointment in my life.
You may think me heartless. AS a
matter Of fact, it doesn't make the
least bit of difference to me what you
think. My own son has his own home
to return to, when he chooses to re-
turn. He is not obliged to depend upon
strangers. If he is unable to return
and asks for me l will go to him. Until
then l can take no interest in him."
1 felt much more like licking him
than hitting him. shrugged and picked
up my hat.
The old hard-head seemed to soften
q bit. rs there any immediate dam
ger?"
why ask" I said, eff you're so
damned unconcerned about it?"
He roared at me-: III have civility
from you'll"
/ was mad clear through; too mad
to do anything but get out of the house.
Dorothy kept me posted by telephone.
Tyne's condition was steadily growing
worse. DR.. Major was in and out of
the house a dozen times between other
calls, Dorothy and Betty were on the