Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-03-19

drilled here in the near future.
Anaconda.-This city is to be served
with natural gas in the near future.
Great Falls.-Safeway Stores, Inc,
recently opened a branch store here.
Corvallis.-B. N. Walker purchased
the Corvallis hotel from L. NJ. Higgins.
Malta.-Plans are being considered
number. Her secretary's name is Will
liams-Ellen Williams. In Hollywood
you get farther if you know the secre-
taries. Maybe its that way every
where"
She busted herself a moment with
her cigaret.
"Hollywood's a funny place" she
said. Il wish you luck, Randy"
The next day Randolph Westover
III climbed aboard an aeroplane going
west. In his pocket was the precious
letter from Jessie Jordon, introducing
Mr.. Randolph Westover to Miss Cor
NTH Deering. Next to it was the pic
ture he had carefully cut from the
fan magazine. Next to that was an
other letter from Little Johnny Jones
to a director named Callahan.
Thus armed, Randolph Westover
went upon his quest.
All the way across the mountains
and plains he had dreamed and
planned. Love had come to him just
as he would have had 1t come-all in
one dazzling moment, all untouched
by ordinary everyday things. The
giant wings Of the plane were carrying
him swiftly, swiftly, toward that beauty
! which made for him pure romance.
Now the moment Of contact had
come.
He called the number Jessie Jordon
had given him and asked for Miss
Williams.
A moment later a quiet, rather deep
voice spoke to him. A friendly voice
he felt, even in that brief This is
Miss Williams. To whom am I speak
ing?'
This is Randolph W~estover," hi
said. I've just come on from New
York, and I have a letter of introduc-
ton to Miss Deering from Miss Jordor
Miss Jessie Jordon. l wonder If vol
could tell me when I might call anc
present it,
There was a little silence. Randy
heart turned over three times. Their
the nice, friendly voice said, "Oh, yes
Mr.. Westover. / think l saw you pla.
polo at Midwick last year. Just a mo
ment. Let me see"
His breath came short as he pictured
her turning over the leaves of an en-
gagement book.
I'm not sure and of course I'll have
to ask Miss Deering. But shall we sa.
that you might come out Friday after
noon for tea? I'll call you back. Viii
you be in this afternoon"
'Ill be ill.," said Randy.
He sent a box of roses to Miss vii
liams and a basket to Corinth Deering
A basket of early spring flowers, ga,
and delicate. They suited his though
of her.
When the telephone rang, he jumped
Suppose she had said that he couldn'
come? Suppose she didn't want to b
bothered with unknown young men
even If they were famous polo play
ers? What would he do then?
Miss Deering says to come Frida,
at S." said the friendly voice. "W'
live in Beverly Hills-at the head o
Benedict canyon. Do you know wher
it is?"
eyes. Thank you," said Randolph
Westover.
When the front door opened to hin
on Friday afternoon, he decided tina
the inside of the house suited he
exactly. The little drawing room wher'
he waited was formal and delicate, il
a French period. Beyond, he could sex
vistas Of long, dim halls, and brocadet
curtains, and marble stairs.
1t made him feel just a little awk
ward and earthly, just a little like
bull in a china shop.
Some one came in and he stood up
tense and throbbing.
(TO be continued.)