The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1931-06-25
The Right Man and
Happiness
BY LEETE STONE

ouHt Olultll, WHO was
very far from being plain, as
sumed the nom de plume of Vfr-
ginia Avery when she was finally
given the Advice to the LoveIorn
column on the New York Enter
prise. There was neither distinc-
tion nor glamour attached to the
name of Jane Smith; but Virginia"
combined with "Avery" was a cog
nomen reminiscent of white-piI-
Jared southern mansions and such.
Besides, the city editor had sug-
gested 1t, and that was a para
mount reason.
Jane possessed the one infaIlible
recipe for success: heart In her
work and enthusiasm. Soon her
advice column commenced to pull
an unbelievable stack Of letters
daily-so many that Jane often
worked on them until well into the
hight.
One morning she slit an envelope
mechanically. The neat handwrit-
Ing and good notepaper drew her
attention and she read It carefully.
Dear Virginia: I'm a small town
girl of eighteen. I'm very much In
love with a man of twenty-five. He
seems to be happy in my society;
but | know he has been interested
In some one else. really feel
tdon't you think woman always
knows, Virginia?) he cares more
for me than for her. She doesn't
live here, and I'm right on the
ground. We see each other often.
never quarrel, and like the same
things. Would 1t be wrong for ME
to encourage him-even to take
him away from that other girl If |
can? Would 1t be dishonorable? /
know | can make him happier than
she can; but | don't want to do
wrong. Doubtful Dora"
That's easy" smiled Jane to
herself, settling her trim, smartly
clad figure In alert lines over her
typewriter:
Dear Dora:" she tapped away,
Il think you are perfectly justified
In winning this man If you can.
Women know their men by In
make certain of this
that If the other woman. wanted
him she would never leave him w.
ing around loose so long for an
other woman to capture. She NAV
even be holding him as an anchor
to Windward while she searches
for the man who is meant for her.
AIS fair in love and war; is not
a pleasant sounding proyerb: but
1t comprises the sum total of I'M
man nature. If your heart tells YOU
this is your man, go get him. The
PARKWAY girl will also find hers.
Virginia Avery
At the end of a years successful
service on her paper. the managing
editor stopped at James desk one
day.
Miss Smith, you look tired. You
haven't asked for vacation so far.
Get out in the country for q couple
Of weeks. Well get old Joe Moody
to give 'em advice while you're
gone-or Ell even take a whack at
It myself"
Jane did not realize that she was
ragged. She took her column Sc
'iously and had scant thought for
herself; except in relation to Dud-
ey Paxton, feature writer of the
Press" They were cOmpanionable.
She could visualize happy work.
ng life with Dudley Paxton.
But there was Ralph Leacock,
pack home. How about Ralph?
They had been high school sweet
hearts. Jane dimly recalled that.
n moment of girlish power she
lad extracted from him a promise
o be true until she returned with
metropolitan laurels to the little
own Of her birth.
Now came the opportunity to re-
urn to Tfltonville and see RaIph.
Good old Ralph A lark of an idea.
she sent him postcard portray
ne. the mammoth Enterprise build
ng and bid him be at the station
o meet her.
Arriving day later, Jane found
Ralph at the station to meet her.
IS she had expected. The same
can, kindly Ralph; young attorney
# TiltonvilIe.
The next afternoon Jane found
lerself among the gayly dressed
ummer throng at the Tiltonville
ennis tournament. Ralph was play
ng a set of singles. After the set
he saw him go over to a girl near
y and take her arm in protective
ashton. The pair were coming
oward her.
The girl might have been a 1890
dition of prominent movie star:
urls, eyes of blue occurrences and
II that instantly calls to mind
lotted swiss curtains and a coun-
ry cottage door draped with pink
amber roses. They both seemed
shade constrained as they drew
ear.
"Jane; this is my wife. We
:" Ralph cleared his throat,
we were married last week."
Married Ralph was married.
Veil, so it was with life, she re-
ected as she smiled at the two
efore her, and let her mind race
ack to the image of Dudley Pax
on who was coming to see her
sunday.
Miss Smith," the girl spoke in
oft tones, truly | didn't want to
axe Ralph away from you; but we
eemed made for each other, and
esides this sounds silly,
know but | wrote to Vir-
inia ANQru Af tho 70.