Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-07-20

trying to speak
Are you really" she asked softly.
her clear eyes meeting his at last,
going to cast me off and divorce
me?"
He stared incredulously at her, I'M
able. not daring L believe his ears.
You're a beast," Her voice
shook a little. Married two whole
days and o haven't kissed me
oncei'
He reached for her hungrily and
If his hard-muscled arms all but
broke her back, she made no com
plant. But, Of course, she couldn [.
Her lips were sealed.
AT length, IL may have been five
minutes later or an hour, Nancy
Wentworth Calhoun pushed her hus-
band away ana Strengthened her
hair.
zone more kiss"
Not until you return with another
load of dishes.
He grumhled, but fastened into
| the dining
Just as he was scooping up an
| armful of plates and cups his eye
fell upon a large square envelope.
Upon its face was his w name in
large. scrawling letters. Anxious
to return to Nancy, he grabbed a
handful of plates and raced TO the
kitchen. Thumbing open the en-
velope flap, he withdrew the en-
closure and stared, puzzled, at
Emory's familiar handwriting.
whats the matter, jerry
Nancy was alarmed at his express
sion.
Here, you read it to me-" He
thrust the letter into her hand.
Dear old top" she read. ITS al
most time to shove off for New York
and. eventually, Boston. But l can't
stick it.
I'm a restless bird of passage, a
changeling child in a family to
whom there is no world beyond Bea-
o Hill. / crave new scenes and
new doings. It would never occur
out YOU except that / know what you
are too goofy to realize-that you
are going to stay married.
so, old man, after these many
years, we've arrived at the parting
of the ways which ome inevitably
when q girl makes a trio out of a
duo. You and Nancy. A great pair.
about your golf game and become
peevish when the chauffeur clashes
the gears.
Between pals, distance does not
count. Wen drift together, old son,
from time TO time. I'll drop in on
you, put my muddy feet on your
mahogany desk and tell you how l
got my tan and my touch of malaria.
you'll tell me how your tailor
fuses about your respectable bulge.
You'll be sorry for me and I'll be
sorry for you. And maybe, in all
your conventional happiness, you'll
me just a little. You'll smell
the smell of burned oil and exhaust
gas n you'll remember the kick
back of a gat against your palm and
you'll wonder where / am and what
I'm doing. But, as the old cliche
goes. 0 can't have everything.
Remember, Jerry, how we'd roll
the dice when we faced a difficult
decision? Gamblers throw, n
roll2 Well, I've rolled 'em and Ina
Joining. up with Ashwood for a bit
Of a whirl somewhere. Next to you,
he's the gamest little fighting cock
future. In which, he resembles
me, so Wen share together what
ever old Lady Luck has in mind
for us.
You're an ornery cuss, Jerry.
You fight too hard and too often.
You're an easy-going guy, but
you're hell on skates when you get
rlied, And it's pretty tough to have
to shove off without you.
Listen: we're swiping the speed
boat, Ashie and I. With a couple
of hours leeway, Wen be off IL the
amphibian and you won't be able
to catch us in the %monoplane. Give
US a break IL you an. If you can't,
make a race of it.
Slap Steve on the back for nae
ana tell him that, so far as his con- |
Is concerned, he can sleep |
IN his little house amid the pecan
trees with the assurance that Ash
wood won't operate again in the
u. s. A. Msewhere-who knows? |
We'll roll the dice againl
Best regards. See you again
sometime. Until then, happy land