Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-05-01
By Ronald Minar

won mustn't take it seriously" he
| said. Bessie was just playing the
clown"
That's lust it." she snapped. Il
seem TO be the only woman IN the
world who does take you seriously"
Arthur was mystifed by her behavior.
| Something was evidently getting on her
nerves, but he couldn't imagine what
it was. He suggested a second Money
moon to Europe. Helen perversely an
nounced that she had troubles enough
| to worry about in Tyson Ridge. Yet,
when the real trouble began. She had
to 90 outside to find 1t. One day.
| having a luncheon engagement IN town
with Arthur. she was waiting for him
in the lobby of his Office building. AS
| she stood tapping a slender naK
| skinned toe against the marble tiles,
she overheard two voices close by.
How do you like your new work."
| said one
swell" said the other. "Arthur'S a
dream. I been trying for a year to
become his little Office playmate. l
love him."
Helen glanced around quickly and
saw a strikingly beautiful girl With
blue eyes still raised in a look OF
ecstacy. Just then the faultless figure
of Arthur emerged from the elevator.
He tipped his hat to the striking young
woman and joined Helen. Arthur no
ticed at lunch that Helen seemed in
better spirits than usual. She patted
his hand, adjusted his tie, and found
no fault with his facial expressions.
That night as they were going to
bed she spoke to him with casual
pleasantly.
Who was that beautiful girl you
bowed to in the lobby at noon today?"
which one?" said Arthur.
"Oh, the beautiful blonde with the
raving eyes"
you must mean Miss Bentley" said
Arthur, turning out the light. YES,
my darling. what about her?"
shes very beautiful"
yes, she certainly is" said Arthur,
getting into bed. Very intelligent,
too. Shes my new secretary"
Whats her first name?'
Lets see. It's Mary or Martha or
something that begnis with an M. Why
do you ask?"
Il was just struck with her. Don't
you call her by her first name?"
of course not, dear. Why should
~"
She calls you Arthur. l heard her
talking about you in the lobby
"Oh, that's just the free and easy
way girls like that have of talking
among themselves" said Arthur. II
don't mind it,"
"A girl like that car cause a lot of
trouble in al Office
Helen, what do you mean?" Arthur's
voice showed his establishment. What
are YOU talking about. dear?"
Il heard her tell that other girl that
she loved you"
"Oh, is that all?" Arthur laughed.
That simply means, my darling, that
she thinks I'm a good boss to work for
How do you know" Helen didn't
laugh.
Girls like that are always using ex-
t%ravagant expressions" Arthur ex-
planned. Every other word is love, or
swell, or awful, or things like that.
Their vocabulary is pretty limited"
We'll, I think she's in love with you
That's ridiculous"
Whats ridiculous about it?"
Because" Arthur felt a new
surge of worry ABOUT Helen. He leaned
over to take her in his arms. Whats
the matter, my darling?" he said. I've
never known you like this before. Won't
you-what are you getting up for?"
II have a headache" said Helen. Il
think I'll take some aspirin
"Oh, I'm awfully sorry, dear" said
Arthur. rs there anything 1 can do?"
mo, I'm afraid not" replied Helen
from the bathroom, with a heavy note
Of pessimism in her voice.
From this time on, Arthur had to
draw heavily on his hoard of patient
sympathy with Helen, for her megrims
grew steadily worse. But somehow his
very thOughtfulneSs seemed to exas-
perate her and breed more trouble.
One day, long after he had forgotten
the Bently affair in the midst of later
trials, a sudden rainstorm broke over
the city at Office closing time. Taxi
cabs were scarce and Arthur, coming
out from his building, was lucky to
catch one as it discharged a passenger.
He turned to the people huddled in the
entrance-mOSt of them employees of
his own company.
Anyone else going out Southern
b~Oulevard?" he called.
Bryson, the auditor, Mrs. Perry, Of
flee manager, and Miss Bently came
forward together. The first two got
out at their respective destinations
along the way, but Miss Bently, Arthur
learned, lived in Woodbine, a short dis
lance beyond Tyson Ridge. The cab
had been delayed by the slow traffic
on the wet streets, SO Arthur asked the
driver to let him out at his house,
where he paid the fare for the remain
ing distance and excused himself from
his guest.
Helen was upstairs getting ready for
dinner. Arthur kissed her with even
more than ordinary devotion. Beauti-
full young women always made him
think tenderly of his wife.
Who was that in the cab with you?'
she asked.
Miss Bently," he replied. Il gave
her a lift home. 1t seems she lives
near here in Woodbine."
Eyes, it's quite a coincidence, isn't
it?" said Helen.
II don't know what you mean, DEAR
Il mea her happening to find some
n who lived so near her, just when
she needed a lift SO badly"
"Oh, yes" said Arthur. 1T was rain
ing hard in town and cabs were hard
to find"
He told her about pettinp the taxi