Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-04-02

RanQy was SuQQen1y Dack Win Wllle
in that crowded New York theater.
"Yes," he said, that's where l first
you. 1t was-great."
The girl stared at him. You'd
never seen n of my pictures before?"
she said, blankly.
I've never been much of a picture
he said. MY mother is crazy
about them. You've converted me,
much to her JOY"
wait until you see my next one"
she said. I'VE haven't a title yet. It's
the best I've done. I was simply
amazed at how well my voice records.
But then, I worked SO hard at it. Les
sons every day-and I brought Mrs.
Hardy out from New York-the old
stage star, you know-and she's helped
some with my lines, though l don't
think she knows as much a. she's sup
posed to. Lots of times I've liked my
own reading better. / think this pic
ture will be my best. You know, when
the talkies came lots of stars were
worried. But I wasn't. Why should
l be? I guess it's easier for me to
learn to talk than for stage stars to be
beautiful. I've always said that-and
after all. talkies or no talkieS, we're
still making motion pictures"
Suddenly Randy Westover was cold
in the hot sunshine. cold and terribly
lonesome, as he hadn't been lonesome
since he was a little boy. His heart
ached with cold and lonesomeness. He
wanted to go away. He wanted to go
back just onehalf hour to the time
when he had never met Corinth Deer
ing.
He had lost something-something
precious. The emptiness of that loss
appalled, him. He wanted some one to
comfort him for this loss which he
couldn't yet, in his confusion, quite un-
derstand.
He stood up.
Its been-good-by," he said. Thank
you for letting me come. If you're
ever in New York I hope-Iu look for
ward so much to seeing that next pic
ture."
He stumbled on the little green path,
the stone steps, as he went down the
terrace under the murmuring trees. II
he hadn't known 1t was impossible he
would have thought he was crying. His
eyes we're hot and blind. His throat
hurt.
At the bottom of the steps, in the
hot sunshine, he saw Ellen Williams.
She smiled and then she saw his face
and put her hand on his.
"Why-Randy-" she said.
He looked at her and her hand
frightened on his.
You're going 70 soon?" she said.
What happened? Oh, what is the
matter?"
He shook his head like a fighter
coming back from a knockout. He
couldn't speak yet. He wanted to 60,
he wanted to get away, and yet he
felt that he was leaving something
here-something beautiful that he
might never find again.
Could it be-he looked again in FL
len Williams eyes. That hunger was
still there, under the smile. 1t was
Ellen Williams he didn't want to leave
the comfort and the kindness Of
her. 1t was impossible to think Of
going away where he would e see
that bright smile and hear that friend
ly voice.
Why, Ellen was like a warm fire on
the hearth on a raw night in May.
OF III she wasn't his ideal. His
ideal was golden of hair and patrician
of face, and Ellen was just a brown
haired little person that you could
never call beautiful M matter how
much you liked her.
And then, for the first time in his
life, Randy Westoyer was overcome
with shame. What "a an ideal, any
way? Golden hair and a lovely body?
Something physical, something for the
eyes alone?
This Ellen was a girl who felt and
understood, who loved things and peo-
pie, whose eyes were hungry for love
and beauty. A girl who wanted sons
who would some day learn to play polo
and who would bear those sons with
courage and Joy. A girl who would
make such a home as Willie had made
for his father and live in 1t every day,
In good times and bad, with hand and
heart ready to serve. 1t occurred to
him that Willie could never have been
beautiful.
ALI the time he had been yearning
after some cold and distant splendor
1t had been Ellen who warmed and
comforted him.
Looking down at her he felt sudden
ly that she was too beautiful, too
precious, to leave.
"Ellen-" he said.
Are you going away now?' she said
Randy shook his head. mo-" hi
said. II think I'll stick around a while
And when I 90. I'm going to take you
with me-"
Ellen Williams gave him a steady
look. That's just because you're h,rt
and disappointed" she said.
mo-" said Randy, "it's because I'vt
come out Of the fog into the sunshine
I need you, Ellen"
1T would have to be more than that,
said Ellen Williams, holding her heae
high.
Randy put both hands on her slim
shoulders. "Will you give me q chanc.
to prove that love you2". he said.
YES" said Ellen williams, but
you see, I want to be an ideal myself
I'd rather have nothing than-jus
half"
"You are-my IDEAL" said Randy, al.