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

a pinch hitter at housekeeping. was to
move in and take are of us and the
kid.
When we were ready to go to the
train. Betty and Tyne shook hands
graNely.
Bye. bye. Betty" he said. Take
care OF yourself and be a big success.
Wen be very happy and proud when
you're a star"
She smiled wistfully. and you're to
be a great editor, you know. Promise
me that
She went up on tip toes. gave him a
kiss on the cheek; then she skipped
out TO the car. He was blushing.
Tyne wasn't strong enough, and
wouldn't be for some time, to get out
on the street chasing stories. l didn't
say anything about my idea of making
him city editor. but l began running
him into the desk work as Packman's
assistant.
Dorothy came back and reported that
Betty was going with a new musical
show. They had had a dizzy and de-
lirious time in New York. going to
shows and shopping, and Betty was in
stalled in decent lodging, with enough
clothes and money to see her through
rehearsals.
At the office Fred Tyne was a
changed young man. He was quiet. sub
dued and he took a more detached view
of stories.
l knew that something was going to
happen. 1t happened about a month
after Betty left. He came into my Of
flee, sat down and said: Boss, I've
been thinking that I would like to try
q crack at New York. Would you be
willing to help me connect there?"
Then I told him for the first time
that l was planning to give him the
city desk.
Il rather guessed as much,' he said.
But I don't think I can be happy here.
No-Betty had the right idea. New
York's the place. The games bigger
there
That made me pause for thought.
by the way" he continued, "Betty's
show opened night before last. Got
good notices"
I asked abruptly: is Betty the rea-
SOL why you want to go to New York?'
He hesitated a beat too long in his
reply: mo, it's not Betty"
l told him We would talk it over later,
For two cents I would have thrown
over my own job at that particular
moment and gone to New York with
him.
That was a Saturday night and SO
got home early. About half past one
the telephone rang. 1t was long dis
lance, a call from New York: then Bet
tvs voice came over the wire.
Il got homesick and I wanted to talk
with YOU she said. THE most excit-
ing thing has happened. They've
very big part-and a run OF the play
contract for one hundred a week"
That's splendid, Betty I said
Congratulations"
do you think I ought to sign it?'
she asked. There wasn't very much
enthusiasm in her voice.
why not?"
Well" she said, "the show might run
an awfully long time. New York, then
Chicago and then the road. Maybe
two years. I wish you were both here
so I could talk with you. Im-really
I'm terribly homesick! Have you been
looting the refrigerator"
Pop on that early morning train and
you'll be here at four in the afternoon
1 suggested. Then you can spend the
night and get back Monday in time
for the performance"
"All right" she exclaimed. Il will!'
went up and told Dorothy the news
You bring Fred Tyne here for din
ner tomorrow night and we'll have a
showdown on this" she said. 81 fee
it In my bones that something is 60
ing to happen. Don't tell Fred that
she's here. Well feed them, leave
them in front of the fire and let ma
ture take it's course"
So the next night / led Tyne home
with me. We weren't talking as we
entered the house and Betty didn't
know I had any one with me. She
came into the hall, started to say hello
to me, then her eyes fell upon him and
she exclaimed, 'Fred!" 1t sounded like
the last cry from a strangled person.
Fred exclaimed: Betty! You'll"
They CROPPED for one another, per-
fectly oblivious Of me, found n an
others hands.
Fred kept repeating her name, "Bet-
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