Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-10-29
By Robert McBla;r

traces. Or would it have happened any
how If this girl had come along, or il
Reggie Fisher had put in his appear
ance again? Probably. Just by getting
married you can't shake of the mem
DRY OF other people, particularly some
one like Reggie, who had meant SC
terribly much to you. They grow in
your mind with absence. Bill and she
had talked this out and had agreed on
it with perfect frankness.
I'll close 'em up now!"
She leaned forward to press her hat
down carefully. Bill had come rushing
in to fix her luggage, and she did not
want to look at him just then. To avoid
it she stared at the stranger with large
eyes of deep blue who was staring at
her fixedly from beyond the strange
dressing table inside the mirror. 1t was
a small stranger, with a pale sprinkle
of freckleS across the wide cheekbenes
and the dainty nose, with the large
mouth ran down at the corners, u G
costing an alarmed young creature
from the country. The beautifully tail
ored hat and dress served rather to
emphasize this quaint primness. She
had always had something of that
about her, and men like Reggie, who
had lived a lot, seemed to like it. Reg
gle did, anyhow. She wasn't worried
about him; she could have him if she
wanted to; he was nice; and after all,
it might not be such a silly thing to do.
I'm sorry!"
Bill had slammed the trunk SO hard
that she jumped. He always slammed
it too hard, but this time he apologized.
She got up, pulling on her gloves. She
tried to imagine him in the airplane
this weekend. He did everything so
intensely that he created difficulties for
himself, but he always fought his way
through. To Betty that wa the real
Bill, the little boy that was always get
ting himself into trouble and always
valiantly fighting his way out. Whereas
this girl, she was sure, because she
knew the girl liked him for his straight
nose and his gray-blue eyes, and his
nice mouth, and his shoulders, and his
hands so tanned and strong; and she
didn't know anything about the real
inside Of him-the real Bill-the way,
for instance, he had cried on her Shout
der the night his father died; the way,
for instance, he had made her cry on
his shoulder and had been SO tender
when her brother had been drowned,
1t was strange that such big things,
which they had shared together, now
hung as nothing in the air.
You have plenty of luggage!' He
had got to his feet and was looking
down at her, smiling politely.
Eyes. After 1 leave Reggie's I'll prob
ably go to Sally for a while. She's been
Fostering me for so long, you know"
1t was a way of saying that she
wasn't coming back. Knowing her, he
had known, of course, that she wasn't,
but it hadn't been said. He smiled DO
litely at the carpet.
L envy you," he said in the tone
she had heard him use so often at
l~ifeless parties. eth be great there,
after the city. I'll tell the nan to get
us a couple of takes" he added. pull
ing out the square watch she had given
him for his birthday. I'm sorry l won't
have time to take you over
mo, you'd miss your train"
She thought again Of the thing she
hadn't told him.
Whlle n man was carrying the
trunk out through the door, Betty sat
on the bed and very carefully pulled
each OF her gloved fingers to a sharp
point. 1t was too late to turn back. She
didn't want to turn back; but she be-
gan to understand how a flyer must
feel when he gets ready to jump, ever