Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-11-20
IN THREE PARTS-PART TWO

IN PlkIS-PAkI TWO
NHE paused. A smiling round faced
y young man in a belted overcoat.
looking cheerful and festive with 4
chrySanthemum and a ~beribboned loot
ball pinned 10 his lapel, was standing
III the doorway.
Hello he said. i rang and rang,
but nobody answered. 50 l came n.
Aren't You ready?'
Bill laughed shortly.
Were not going to the game" he
said. But you're Just i'll time. Enter,
the law. What's 1t cost to set a di-
yorce?'
You've got me mixed with some
body else Pat said hastily. I'm not
d lawyer today. I'm Just a nice young
fellow going TO a football game. Come
on, now, you two, get dressed"
Were not going, said Flip. Foot
ball games are noneSSentialS and nom
essentials are out from now on. We're
going to save our money for a much
more important thing.
And what" demanded Pat, about
Anna Phlllippa?'
Hearing her name, Anna Philippe
raised her blue, silk fringed eyes and
chuckled heartily.
Flip became a shade paler and said
nothing. Bill uttered another nervous
harsh laugh.
six months with the mama and SIX
months with the papa, he SAID.
Pat groaned and mopped his brow
He no longer felt festive. He liked
these two idiots better than any one
else in the world.
You've no grounds" he said, in
dignantly, none whatever. And 1t vii
cost you more money than either Of
you-hving the way you do-could hope
to raise in a lifetime. AT the least
with fees, hearings ana everything
two or three thousand dollars
Il shall scrimp," said Flip, firmly.
"Scrimp?" Pat stared at the scar
let negligee, the fully feathery mule.
on the small feet, the little dauD o.
rouge on the soft childish mouth.
he lit a cigaret and held out The
case to Bill.
Bill glanced at the cigaret case helC
toward him and thrust his hands init
his pockets. He shook his head.
mo smoking" he said. "A nones'
sential. At least so cents a day saved.
Flip's eyes widened. Calmer, Bill
was now pale and there was a grin
lesolute stubbornness in the set OF hi
mouth. She had not dreamed III
wanted his freedom so badly.
You see," she said quietly, we arr
very much in earnest. 1t can't b.
laughed off, Pat"
Pat saw. U%nhappily, he was con
vinced at last that here was again thu
beginning OF another of those casua
broken homes the appalling frequenc,
of which held him in sheer fear 0
marriage to his rather lonely uncon
structive bachelorhood.
The dissolution of the house Of Snow
beginning with a h%oneydew melon ant
ending in a coldly conceived plan 0
economic procedure directed towar'
divorce, took place on that memorable
Saturday when, if you remember, Val
defeated Army, rs to O..
The following Monday the Office fore
Of the Everrun Tire company's Phila
delphia branch, drifting in between
and 10, was startled to discover MI
William Snow, manager, seated at hi
desk.
The office force, naturally, did no
know that a monster, leashed wit
dangerous slackness, gnaWed at it
bonds in the bosom of the manager
The manager had had for breakfas
the worst coffee he had ever encoun
tered, the hardest toast a man eve
broke a tooth on, and a plate of oat
meal full, apparently, Of scorched gol
balls. And once more there had bee
no hot water.
Moreover, Sunday had not been tn
usual day Of rest. 1t began at an hou
Bill associated with the crack of dawr
with Flip making him feel that he ha
taken a bed in a very busy garage b
running the vacuum cleaner ove
every rug in the house. He rose an
in sullen silence had given the Ion
hour before breakfast-and what