Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-05-29

Spillt illOllcy.
He rubbed his chin, Illuminating. "All
right. How much capital you got?"
n opened her purse, produced a
few crumpled bills. And I'm going
to pay this back-from what / make
because I'm on my own. Benny, abb
solutely on my own-for a week any
way She challenged him. Don't
you think 1 car do it?"
Sure. Only how? To make money
you got to have capital or else you
got to find out what your marketable
talents are and get somebody inter-
eSted enough to bid on EN-, see?"
When she left him. she decided that
Benny had not been very helpful. hat
she had better take her problem to
some III more prolific of ideas. To
Hal Fem, perhaps, who had made a
fortune on the stock market in a day.
Or to Bentley German, who had done
equally exciting things in automobiles.
But both Hal and Bentley had left
their offices when she telephoned them
and SO she put in a long distance call
for the Madden camp. She told Deet
that she was in town and she guessed
the party would have to limp along
without its other crutch-for a day or
two. Then she TAXED to a hotel feel
ing tremendously independent, the only
one Of her crowd in town and on her
own-absolutely.
New York blew hot and cold, like
a tickle lover, those early September
days. On the fourth after her arrival,
it turned chilly, very chilly as the young
hotel clerk remarked when she passed
his desk.
Unusually cold" he said. "Oh. by
the way, I was just going to send this
up, but since you're here
"A letter." she cried. But it can't
be for me-
He wished it had been a letter. He
wished it were not the custom of the
hotel to present ~bi-weekly accounts to
those of its guests who possessed no
more visible collateral than one small
iSh suitcase.
She was definitely cold when she
reached her room and looked at that
bill. 1t seemed an enormous bill for
such a small room in such a modest
little hotel. She emptied her purse to
find that its yield was ten dollars short
of the amount of the bill.
The discovery was like a smart tap
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to arouse Teddy Lysle from what, she
began to suspect, had been a buoyant
dream of four days duration. Both
Ben and Harry had thought it a great
idea for her to show the world that
she could do something besides get
her picture in the What-Society-Js-
Doing columns. They had lunched
and matineed her and Bill Ferrant
had called her noble and driven her
out to see some air stunts. But some
how they hadn't gotten anywhere.
1t was the bill that made this clear.
Perhaps she had not chosen the best
method of launching a career of in
dependence. She had heard that ones
friends were not always reliable in a
crisis. 1t might be better to consult a
stranger, some one who made a spe-
cialty of finding and exploiting a eli
entS marketable talents. But in the
meantime there was the bill to con-
sider-and dinner. She got up briskly.
She was thinking of the pleasant
young clerk when she repaired her
lips and redusted her small nose. But
when she went downstairs, it was to
find an elderly gentleman behind the
desk. A melancholy creature, SO
stepped in peSSimism that her best
smile failed to dispel it. She opened
her purse and plunged into her pre-
arranged speech:
Il don't happen to have that much
cash with me, S / thought I'd give
you this on accountant I'll have
the rest in ain a day or SO, if that
will be all right"
just how short of "all right" the
melancholy gentleman thought this ar
rangement was painfully obvious from
his expression as he raked in the bills.
From the hesitant manner in which
he wrote her a receipt. From the
doubtful voice in which he said,
Thank you"
She had meant to go straight on
into the dining room, but the melan-
chOly mans eyes were upon her. And
SO she turned and went briskly out
through the swinging doors.
She had walked nearly an hour be-
fore it occurred to her to count the
change she had thought too insignifi-
cant to add to the bills she had given
the melancholy man. There was near
ly a dollar in her purse. Enough for
a modest dinner. But her Joy in this
discovery was only momentary, for if
she dined she would indeed be penni-
less. Being p~enniless had a romantic
sound, but it might prove a handi-
cap. She closed her purse and made
for the nearest drug store. On a high
stool before a sticky counter she dined
on a chocolate soda.
The manager of the Universal EN-
ployment agency prided himself on his
sagacity. Therefore, when he saw Ted
dy Lysle poised uncertainty in the mid
die of his office, he had already made
a mental list of his most desirable
country house servants before he APP
preached her. He was a plump, oily
little man and he smiled with oily
Difference upon this smart beauty who
connected visions of Paris %couturiers
and fashionable resorts.
And what can I do for you?"
She smiled back at him brightly.
why, Ii just happened to be pass
ing and | saw your posters downstairs
I mean about help wanted and SO
l thought I'd ask you'll mean about
going into business"
She would never know how deeply
she had offended him. "Oh!" he said
and his smile vanished. well, take a
chair"
The oily mar said shortly, "Namep"
She gave it. Address," She gave
that of the little hotel. Whats your
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