Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-01-01
The Right Profile g.
By Maude Parker %
Published BY special Arrangement With The
Chicago Tribune Syndicate.

Chicago Tribune Syndicate.
fCopyrisht: 1879: BY Maude Parker
IN THREE PARTS-pART TWO
DY THE time the small two-seater
q plane reached the open field on
the hill above the ranch, half a
hudred people were collected on the
ground, staring up at the white letters
on It's aluminium gray sides which said,
Hartley Holmes"-and, In smaller
print below. Hollywood"
Cheers and the welcome sound of
people calling his name greeted Holmes
as he stepped out, of the plane and
removed his hood and goggles.
A young mar In a scarlet flannel
shirt tucked into blue overalls held
out his hand.
Guess you don't remember me, Mr..
Holmes" he began
But the new arrival stopped him with
the famous smile which revealed just
the perfect amount of regular white
teeth.
You're AL Corbin of the Bar A. D."
he said. my dear fellow, I came out
here just to see If I couldn't persuade
you to go up with me again"
Corbin grinned. Nothing I'd like
better. Did you come out to
make another picture?"
mo. I'm on a vacation-the first
I've had In years"
Hearing the familiar click of anna
teur photographers who had clustered
near. he instinctively turned his left
profle-it was much better than his
right.
II came back here to see II I could
catch a trout in Snake %river-to lead
the simple lfe-that Is, If you will
take me IMP"
Were pretty full just now-but I
guess we a put up a tent for you.
didn't know you were so crazy about
this outdoor stuff until I read an arti-
Gle the other day.
Holmes said quickly. "A tent would
be fine II you've got one"
Corbin had driven up in a small
automobile and now offered to take
Holmes and the pilot back with him.
Two youngsters who had run breath
lessly up the hill to greet him sat on
his knees while the party returned to
the ranch house. Something in the
expression Of the round. dark eyes Of
one Of them wa vaguely familiar.
who is she?" he asked Corbin as
she mounted the horse she had left in
the corral, and waved a chubby hand
in farewell.
THE little Ross kid-ner father has
a place next ours"
last summer"
yep. They come out every year.
Her father and mother and an older
sister, Peggy" His eyes twinkled
II remember now-they all leased Peg
gy after you'd left because you kissed
her handI'
Holmes smiled discreetly. '"I'd Just
been doing a Spanish picture-got into
the habit"
We'll. I was down at the Ross ranch
for dinner the other night and l saw
about n~inety-nine pictures of you in
Pegs room. She showed me that article
about you, now that I think of it-gee,
an actor must have a swell life!" But
his good natured chuckle contained no
envy.
At dinner In the big dining room
that evening, Hartley was seated be-
tween Corbin and his muther, who was
a gracious, well bred woman Of sixty,
and she, too. spoke Of Peggy Ross.
She'll be thrilled when she knows
you are here. I wish I could have
asked her for dinner"
Couldn't you have telephoned?"
Corbin laughed out loud 1.-THE near
est telephone is five miles away-just
beyond the Ross place"
But what do you do about tele-
grams and SO on?" There was just
a possibility that they might decide
to shoot that new picture next month
he'd left a note saying he wouldn't
work before October, but Sud-
denly he became conscious that Corbin
was saying.
1--WE claim that Il lack Of contact
with the outside world is the most
beneficial part Of our lif.. Take a man
like Ross, for instance. The first
summer he came out his corporation
t~elegraphed him about some proxies
for a directors me ting and he got
the message the day after the meeting
took place. / guess he lost fifty thou
sand dollars because of it. But he de-
clared after he'd gone bone that he
vas SO invigorated that he made up
for 1t several times over. Now he's
bought a place and loves it."
"Mrc ROcc IOpcp't 1ovp If en- much 4,
said Mrs. Corbin. "Shc's his second
wife-Peggy's mothers dead-and her
idea of the simple life is q fifty-room
villa in Newport"
Hartley duly pigeon-holed these COM
ments even as he was trying to select
from the various dishej. passed from
one guest to another, food which would
be nourishing without being fattening
With a sigh, he limited himself to 8
rather tough lamb chop and string
beans which he feared were canned.
The conversation, he told himself
was no more n%ourishing. The Corbins
were apparently accustomed to enter
tanning people distinguished in one
field or another.
Corbin's highest praise was to say OF
a man, whether a cowboy or a crown
prince, He's a good egg" There was
no Difference In his attitllde-not ever
much interest. Hartley was accustomed
to both.
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