Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-05-08

i'm IN surprise TO meet him.
Why, hello, Arthur" said Polly.
rms is nice"
oh, hello!" he gurgled. Il was lust
ersag by and l thought I'd drop in
a.a say hello"
I'm so glad you did. l was facing
Il .oneiy evening" said Polly. This
T.. ar over here is more comfortable.
There's IN ash tray"
She treated him now as if it were
me most usual thing in the world for
hiu2 TO drop in unannolinced at nine
ut.ock in the evening. Bill was right.
the Woman had remarkable intuition.
settling herself in a corner of the
lounge. she began chatting with the
utmost ease and friendliness. saying
things he could answer without stop
ping to think.
But when twenty or twenty-five min
ucs had passed without a word from
Polly about the real object of his visit,
Arthur grew uneasy. He pulled in his
.1eet to rise.
We'll, Polly" he said.
Oh she exclaimed prettily, must
You go? If what they're saying about
Us is true, you're leaving a little early,
aren't you?"
Ii caught Arthur in a blank spot
between two thoughts.
What? Oh, yes, of course" he said.
III is a little early" He stif1ed with
4 lrown a desire to look at his watch.
4 mean, that's what l wanted to talk
about. I'm glad you reminded me-"
Please don't look SO severe" pleaded
Polly. Il hope you're not angry on
account Of this gossip"
ooh, no, not in the least" Arthur
coughed for time. I'm fact, Polly, I'm
h.ghly embarrassed but somewhat flat
eged-no, the other way around-fiat-
tered but somewhat embarrassed by the
auGeserved honor-you know what l
mean.'
Yes, 1 know" said Polly in her
soltest voice. You'll forgive me, then?'
What for? How could you help it?'
I'm afraid something l said started
the gossip" Polly hung her head in
charming confusion.
What? What's that?' Up went
Agthur's eyebrows and down came. his
JAW.
Come over here while I whisper my
e7afession,' said Polly. I'm SO
aamed." She made q place beside
'ger on the lounge.
arthur accepted the invitation with
crave misgivings. Trust to her, Bill
had said. Soothe her vanity. But
lta.s didn't look much like vanity.
Here is what l did, Polly began
forming wide eyes upon him. One
day not very long ago / just happened
FL. HNaY1rtpn 1rNrrt. mama m q man ushC
lkl.0Ws you very well. Right away he
be-an saying the most wonderful things
ABOUT you'll wouldn't dare repeat
them. You know I've always admired
g0a. Arthur, because you're different
from the other men around here. But
you've always been so-reseryed. Well
what l heard the other day opened my
eyes. l never realized before, Arthur
how much we really had in common
NO, l won't tell you what it was ]
heard, but it was quite thrilling-par-
ticularly n little thing you had sale
about me-. No, if ycr don't remember
I'm sure I won't remind you of it. But
at the time-Well, I'm afraid I sale
some things about YOU that
The telephone bell made Arthur
jump like a mouse trap. He had beer
watching Polly in a mild daze. Sht
was certainly making the interview
easy. Remarkable intuition, as Bill
said, and lots Of charm. Yes, he wa.
grateful. But, after all, wasn't there
something shallow about her? Womel
who were SO easy to get along will
must lack deep emotion. Why dix
people make such a fuss over Poll,
when there was d woman like Heller
in the world?
Hello" Polly was saying. yes. oh
yes. How are you? No, he's not here
No, he's not here. All right. Good
bye"
Arthur was preparing to say some
thing, but Polly interrupted him will
complete success.
THAT was Helen" she said. "Unde
the circumstances I thought"
Helen! My God!" Arthur jumpe,
up. How did She Why did you-
Oh, Lord"
whats the matter, Arthur" aske'
Polly soothingly. "She was very sweet
She just wondered if by any chanc
you had dropped in here"
"You don't understand" said Arthur
II think I do" Polly replied in he
most sympathetic tone. But I can
let you go until I've made you under
stand that I'm not really to blame 70
the stories about us. You see, I sal
things about you-well, perhaps the
we're indiscreet. I never dreamed the
would be repeated. But the mar I wa
talking to is-well, he doesn't under
stand delicate sentiment. I'm afrai
he"
who was it?" asked Arthur abrupt
ly.
II shouldn't tell you,' replied Polly
"but I do want you to believe every
thing I've said. 1t was Bill Buckram.
"Who?"
bill Buckram."
But it couldn't be-" Arthur ex
claimed, struggling to hold togethe
his last lettering faith in his fello'
man. why, he's the man who
Arthur gasped as he realized the enol
nifty of Bills perfidy.
"Irl go over and attend to this
skunk, right now" he said, startin
for the door.
Polly seized his arm. ooh, pleas
don't make a row." she begged. "Ft
my sake don't say anything. f
didn't realize"
1.-The hell he didn't" said Arthu
"It's his rotten and perverted idea
a joke. He wants to drag everythir
down to his own level"
Polly dragged him down to his SCI