Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-03-05

was gray MmSelI not IN lle
able stage of turning or not in the
witness of old age. Sort of steel gray.
His skin IA of a very dark ivory. His
teeth were small, even, and his own.
His eyes were g~rayish-blue or BLUSH
gray. His mouth was mobile. as are
the mouths of all super articulators.
His Alterations? Well, his neckties
were always spots of color. His hats,
straw at this season, we're rolled and
sufficient of brim and they were worn
at exactly the right" angle which Is
almost but not quite rakish, a very
slight tilt over the right side OF the
head and an ascending angle from
back to front. Always. except in eve-
ming and night dress, he wore a bou-
tonniere. And always carried a stick.
He was saying now:-'Think of tea!
The fragrahnt tea leaves. selected with
loving tendahness and packed by young
guhls with the strictest regard for
every law of cleanliness. Pictuah them,
clad in spotleSS white linen frockS,
theah hands in rubbah gloves. They
are handling the aromatic leaves whose
attah you viii inhale at youah tea
table. Tea from lovely sun drenched
Ceylon."
And, though he was talking to thou
sands, he saw only woman And
she was q woman he had never seen.
That, if you stop to think Of 1t, was
even more wonderful than the men
packing their "honoah" in butter pack
ages.
Her name was Miss Emily Lane"
and she signed it sc in every one OF the
sixteen letters she had sent him In q
month. Now he saw her as a girl who
had gotten beyond the age of foolish
ness" but who could still feel the lure
of OF romance in cans and
tins and glazed paper packages.
Through the glass partition he saw
Morgantheau, the general announcer,
approaching and q quick glance at his
watch told him his time was up.
"-Remembah the name" he said in
to the little black disc. "Guirmack-
standing for taste-quality-and ro-
nance! Good day."
He took grave, courteous leave OF
the artists awaiting their turn at the
mike" His bow to Marie Lennon of
the Lennon Sisters act was the model
of fourteenth century grace. He
donned his hat-at the correct angle
picked up his stick and sauntered out.
And when he was gone Marie said
to her sister:
IT don't know what you think, Sis.
But what I think it, there goes a swell
little guy"
He was looking forward anxiously,
he admitted, as he strolled down Broad
way, to his meeting tonight with Miss
Emily Lane. She inspired him. He
had never before met q woman who
seemed to understand him. But then
women didn't take time to understand
a grocery clerk in a small town. More
liable to laugh at his "pretentions" OF
education, courtesy, and the romance
of things at the table.
That is why he was a "late success"
He never would have been one at all
had it not been for the radio, though
the soothing quality OF his voice over
the phone which made him such q
good order clerk foretold 1t. 1t was
while he was temporarily out OF a job
that he had obeyed an impulse and
walked into a broadcasting station for
an addition pronounced, he told him.
self, o-diS-eon).
Then, out Of a clear sky, he found
himself wondering about the feelings
existing between a man and q wife.
Not the physical feelings, because they
were nature at her most obvious. But
the spiritual feelings, the tiny antennae
that reached out, even over the whole
world, between a man and his wife,
or a m and her husband, or q
parent and her husband, or q parent
and a child.
It was 7:45 by the big clock that
Evans parents had given them for
their wedding present. Emily was al
ready dressed in her extraordinary best
under her house apron. And she hadn't
yet told a soul. She was afraid to.
They had finished dinner and were
still sitting around the dining room.
And then Stanley, the smart Alec, did
notice.
"WeIl, Aunt Emily" he said, you're
all dressed up for either a wedding
or a funeral. What's the idea? Got
a boy friend coming?"
Eyes" said Emily with a firmness
caused by nerves. II have a friend, a
gentleman, calling this evening. Any
objections?"
There was the usual silence that
would be caused by the explosion OF
any bomb. The children's mouths were
open and their eyes were CLASSY. Sarah,
after a slight start, rolled a too lazy
eye around at her. But Evan, the
mild, never blinked. You would think
he had known it all along. Then the