Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-11-27

t<sllteN tNat young couples WIZ illdlIy
.ar love should b. endowed by the
state with enough money 10 keep their
illusions alive. What this country needs
5 more married lovers. And as for
E.l and any woman except you, that's
impossible. He isn't that type. Wen,
l hope 70 goodness I'm not too late.
Flippa Cousin JeSSica's voice became
very solemn. William Jerolamen died
.a>, spring"
Did he9" asked Flip, politely be-
wildersd by this i%rrelevance. Who
Was he? Or should l have relnem-
bere6?"
Not necessarily, smiled Cousin Jes-
Sica. You saw him last when you
were two. He adored you. He was a
great friend of your fathers. l vas
engaged 10 HIM once, but we were dis
tant cousins and anyway-well, a
RED Henry Worth instead. But Will
liam didn't forget me =" Cousin
JeSSica sighed with comfortable senti-
mentality. Nor" she went on, did
he forget YOU
Flip. playing idly with Anna Phil
lippa's curls as the baby drowsed in
her lap-it was near her bedtime
scarcely listened. She was thinking
that Bill had certainly lost no time
and she wondered how long it would be
after the divorce before he married
again. And through the maze of her
thinking came Cousin JeSsica's voice,
at last arreStlng, holding her attention
suddenly rigid.
"What-what did you say? Say it
again from the beginning demanded
Flip sharply.
Cousin JeSsica, with much patience,
said it all over again.
And" she concluded, II have
brought it with me. Look"
From some modest depth Of her
ample bosom she drew forth a crisp
piece of folded paper which she spread
open before the pale face of Flip. Flip
took it gingerly-clutched Anna Phil
lippa so tightly that the child whim-
pered indignantly-and handed it back
again.
Il don't want it, she cried. II
don't need it."
But" said Cousin Jessica, sternly,
that's not fair to your child. SHE
will need it, Flip"
Flip again took the paper from
Cousin Jessica's hand. She nodded.
"Of course" she said, more calmly.
IN give it to Anna Phillippa," and she
set the child down and went quickly,
eyes blinded with tears, upstairs.
Cousin Jessica, leaving early in the
morning Of the next day, said goodbye
smilingly to a pale, determined Flip.
Cousin Jessica was unworried. She
had seen what she wanted to see.
William Snow, appearing for break
fast an hour or SO later, observed
with no emotion whatever that there
was honeydew melon for breakfast.
Anna Phillippa, who lately had favored
a rubber duck as a comic relief to
the dull drama of breakfast, had this
morning returned the brown china pig
to her favor. 1t stood, uncannily clean
for a pig, on the tray of her high chair,
which was now, by the way, wholly
hers and belonged in not the least
fractional part to 1. Berg & Sons.
The %percolator %hiccoughed with its
usual excitement at the elbow of Mrs.
Snow.
Bill having shaved with hot water,
looked clean and ~sandy-and very sui
len. He did not speak until Flip hand
ed him his coffee. 1t wa very good
coffee.
We'll" said Bill, II saw you having
lunch yesterday with your-shall l
say-lawyer?"
Il saw you, too," said Flip calmly,
with your-shall I say-friend?"
He looked family astonished.
oh" he said. Then he scowled.
That" he said sternly, was Mrs.
Helene Franklin, one of the best ad-
vertising copy writer's in the country.
She's going to do some stuff for u.s."
Flip smiled. He glared at her.
you don't believe me-" he said.
We'll, have 1t your own way. You have
your own reasons, of course"
What r~easons?"
pat Farrell" declared Bill savagely,
was more attentive to you than any
AoWyNi 4 SFSi odW w u CllClAt.
Have you gone mad?" demanded
Flip. do you really believe what you
are saying-hinting? . But, of
course, I see what you are doing. You're
trying TO accuse me to keep me from
accusing you. I assure you your TAX
ing women to lunch does not concern
me. After all, it's your privilege,
though 1 do think you should consider
the expense. We have still another
five-six-months before the money for
your freedom is all saved"
He slapped his napkin into his plate.
Perhaps that's too long for you
and Patio waltz"
There was a pause. Flip was word
less with amazement. She could see
plainly that Bill did not believe what
he was saying and she saw, too, with
a sudden wild leap in her breast that
Mrs. Helene Franklin was nothing to
him.
Anna Phillippa was shaking her pig
f%uriously. 1t vas voiceless, it did not
clink, choked obviously by a bit of
paper which showed a thin edge mad
deningly out of reach of her probing
fat forefinger.
Perhaps it's you who can't stand
uaitinU apotbar civ ropthc " D,ro,,a,