Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-05-14

in six figures and placed it on top
of the orderly pile. And nov she
faced Richard Hamilton, wide eyed,
dry Tipped, and pitiless.
i've instructed Bellevue to put him
in a private room," she was saying,
and to assign a special day and night
nurse to him. He mustn't be alone
a moment till I reach him. They've
called in DR.. Taitrow, the great sur
geon. I've wired them fifteen hun
dred. I've cabled Al Wurtzeu at the
Crillon in Paris. Now l can't do any
thing but wait" Her handkerchief was
a hard ball in her twisting hands.
But, child" He reasoned YEARLY
with her. You're not responsible for
this man. You can't possibly reach
New York before three days. He'll
probably be dead"
Don't you dare say that" she
famed. II love him. I never should
have left him."
You gave me your promise" He
told her coldly and for the first time
since she had known him she sensed
the merciless power that had helped
him win his great fortune. Besides,
you can't love him. This is pure
hysteriAs
Richard" and her tone was weary
beyond argument. Il love him. Help
me to get to him." His eyes were
hard and his mouth merciless. Please
Richard" His eyes probed here and
slowly a smile twisted his mouth.
"Love!" He shrugged his contemptu-
Gus salutation of love. Its a fever
1t passes. But while it burns" He
picked up the telephone. Get me the
airport" he ordered.
The roar Of the planes three giant
motors had become to her a part OF
the worlds vibrating silence, as she
crouched in her wide seat.
Oom-Oom oom-Oom-oom oom-
Oom-dear God, keep him for me
Oom-oom oom.Oom-
New York was an hour away. The
steward was at her side, a paper cup
of water in his hand, compassion in
his eyes.
Drink this, Mrs. Markley."
She drank and even as she drank
forgot him. Oom-oom oom-Oom-
Jim wa no better. But he was holding
his own, they told her wei the tele-
phone in Kansas City. He was strong
And he was young. Dear God-Oom-
DOM oom-Oom-poor Richard! His
kiss on her forehead was so fatherly
at the airport In the morning before
the dawn. "Good-buy, child. May
God keep your husband" Oh, God
please keep my husband-Oom-oom-
oom-Oom-
HE is conscious" The superin-
tendent told her. HE has a chance
You a see him for just a moment.
She crept on tiptoes behind the
nurse, trying in vain to subdue The
clatter of her high heels. The room
was almost dark. She could see the
square OF the bed and the white sill.
houette of another woman, the day
nurse. She went to the bed and looked
down fearfully on that grotesque
swathed form. One eye looked up from
it dully-and Lit fiercely with sudder
recognition.
"Astarte-" From behind a band
age, muffled. "Astarte! Made for low,
and loving-listen, Astarte. Got q nev
play, Smashing Through Got
when I went through the windshield.
In her hotel room she looked upol
her future.
Jim must have a long rest. 1t would
take all their money. Then he woult
be all well again with a new play writ
ten. And then would begin all owe,
again the maddening uncertainty o
her life. He would love her for 81
hour and forget her for a week. H,
would spend all their money foolishly
Run into debt. She would be humili.
ated by people chasing after them To-
unpaid bills. She would hate him TO
his neglect and his stupidity. Whel
they got older and the light OF hi
writing gift had dimmed, they woult
be a g~arrulous, boresome pair, inhabit
ing cheap theatrical boarding houses
until they couldn't pay for their lodg
ing. And when she died she probabl,
would be buried in a pauper's grave.
For the first time since she had LEI
him she was perfectly happy.
tCopyright: 1881; BY Charles J. Mcduirk)