Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-02-06
Published by special arrangenent with The
Chicago Tribune Syndicate.
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE

(Copyrieht. 1928: BY Alta May Coleman,
MANY old tales there are of bold
knights who did battle for fair
Az ladies and in strange lands slew
fiery dragons and with one blow felled
an hundred VILLAINS. winning the cap
tive maid from her tower through the
strength and potency of true love. And
to this day it is certain SURF that true
love conquers all, though the frighten-
ing dragons are subtly hid from mortal
eye, and the landscape holds no moated
grange and fretted tower, but only great
painted signboards Haunting them
selves on hilltops, where one a castle
might have stood.
You are now two miles from Ka-
'linga,' the billboard informed Henry
Bryant. sight of Kalinga college. The
town was settled in 1889 by a band OF
Quakers led by Ezra Warren, and
But who can pause for prose when
the road winds like a poem between
woodlands in full leaf, and the cutout,
~unforbidden, sings a paean to the slant
ing hills. Certainly not a stern critic OF
ear performance who s-perfectly salts
fled. Certainly not a young man, re-
Splendent in a suit of tWeeds the prince
of Wales might have envied, who has
just received another raise from the
Dalmartin Automobile company and is
on business bent.
Henry had advanced by hard work
from the OIL mapped overailS of the
mechanic to the dusty sweater of the
automobile read tester. NoW-thanks
to his device for improving the Dal-
martin carburetor-he was rolling on
balloon tjres on the royal road called
Easy Street. For the last three months
he had been touring the eastern states,
his duty the pleasant one of showing
dealers and garage men how the add
ton of a little gadget invented by a
bright young mar would increase Dali
martin mileage. Not work-a vacation
he called it. Each day a fresh road:
each night sound sleep in some pleas
ant country inn; no worries, no re-
srets.
For years Henry had mad .legrets.
At the time he had had to quit school,
ne burned with ambition to 90 TO col
lege-to be a crack football player, of
course, and to become, weil-probably
q lawyer. What chance had q fellow
without an education. And for years
Henry had felt himself handicapped.
College men, lawyers. professors and
such-like had a mysterious advantage.
He felt abashed IN their presence and
envlous. For years the seven magic
letters "c-o-l-l-e-ge,' staring at him
as now on the great billboard would
have been sufficient to plunge him into
gloom.
But today Henry read the flashing
sign without a pang. 1t was a wholly
happy young man, who asked Of heaven
nothing more, that the good citizens OF
kalnga behold rolling at lordly ease
through their main thoroughfare, slid
ing a cars length beyond the gaso-
line pump in front of Carson's garage.
Here Henry was at once surrounded
by a group that included Sam Car
son, his chief mechanic, the mechanics
helper, the freckle-faced boy who tend
ed the gas tank, and all the drivers
not on duty, for Sam supplied the
towns taxi service. And after Henry's
work OF art-just take a look at the
present Dalmartin carburetor if vol
don't believe it deserves the title-hac
been viewed in and out of action, hac