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


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cheaper cutS q meat. Aaye you ever
heard Of q chuck roast?
You're showing OF. said Pat 4
suppose you've learned how 70 use all
the ~leftoyers by this ame-how % make
Welsh rabbit out OF the potato pairingS
and all that?'
She nodded gravely.
And I'm letting my hair grow she
told him. Il used TO have it cut and
washed and waved every week. 1t cost
four dollars with the tip. Now I wash
it myself-it doesn't really need way
ing-and I bank the four dollars. I've
saved eighty dollars that way. Isn't
it marvelous?'
Horrible" said Pat. When you've
died of misery starvation people will
find ten dollar bills in the mattresses
and bonds behind the clock. Heavens,
Flip, don't you ever have any fun?"
But Flip was not listening. She was
looking over Pats shoulder and her
face, he saw, had grown abruptly pale.
He saw a quick, startled hurt cloud
her eyes. Then he turned his head
and saw what she Saw-at a small
table for two, not far from their own.
a familiar sandy head above rather
shabby but we'll set up shoulders. The
head was bent attentively toward a
pretty blonde young woman in ultra
smart clothes.
"A business thing, of course said
Pat at once. Flip, recovering quickly,
laughed lightly.
of course she agreed and reached
for her gloves. I've got to go, Pat, if
you don't mind. I'm meeting Cousin
Jessica at three. She's coming down
just for the night-on business of some
sort. Something urgent. l really must
go-I-"
She was weakening. Hurriedly. very
Wretched, Pat helped her into her coat,
controlling the while an intense desire
to step over and kick Bill Snow. Just
before they reached the door he met
his old friends surprised glance. Pat
barely nodded. He took Flip rather
oversolicitously by the arm and led
her out of the restaurant.
Flip spent the hour Of waiting for
Cousin Jessica in being reasonable.
Its only natural. After all, we're
going to be divorced. We're practically
separated now There's no reason
why"
She could reason no further. She
was stopped by the need to admit to
herself that lately she had been nurs-
ing a secret hope. She had felt a
strange n of nearness to Bill. Re
Gently they had talked a little-about
the books they were reading, about
many impersonal things; and they had
discovered with carefully suppressed
establishment that the contact of their
minds was stimulating and productive.
mo reason" Bill had said gruf1y,
why we shouldn't talk once in a while.
Easy enough to be friends, isn't it?
Better he grinned at her, than
pickering about the bills"
And she had replied quickly, There
aren't any bills to bicker about" and
Fill, slowly, thoughtfully, had said,
That's So" as if the statement had
sunk deep into his consciousness. She
had sensed in him at that moment
an impulse to reach out and touch her
hand and she, in nameless panic, had
moved quickly away. The moment
passed-but it had left its mark.
1t left her with a clearer under
standing of what manner of thing it
was that had crept into the founda-
ton of their love and undermined it.
1.-THE money snake" she had told her.
self. We've put it in its proper place
Doubt, of course, still lingered-and
pride. She could have been-probably
was-mistaken about that small un-
certain move of Bills fingers toward
her own
Now she knew she had been mis-
taken.
She had barely reached her home
when the telephone rang. 1t was Bill,
calling to say he would not be home to
dinner. Business engagement" he
said. That was all.
1t was a smiling, feverishly dis
sembling Flip who met Cousin Jessica.
Cousin Jessica was not fooled. She
wanted to know where the car was. She
demanded to know everything and
Flip, in a sudden rush of childish
eagerness to pour out her sorrows upon
the plump, affectionate bosom of the
only parent she had ever had, told her.
Cousin. Jessica let her sob herself