Hyder weekly herald., 1932-09-10
THE DICKS ADVICE
By JANET RENTOUL
e by Mcclure Newspaper Syndlcate.)
 (WNU Service)


 14357; now he was Larry Lane again and the train was speeding him southward to where he knew she waited for him. She had promised to wait, even in her last letter, which he again drew from his pocket. she had called him "a naughty, impulsive boy, yet one well worth waiting for"
 He was filled with glorious antici- patton. There seemed a small chance that she had heard of his unexpected pardon, several months before his term was up. What surprise she would get when he walked in!
 "Where to now, Lane"
 He flinched as a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. He glanced upwards to see Bill Ward brightest star of the most relentless detective bureau in the state. Well, what of It? He was free again, d--n Ward.
 Hello, Ward. It's none of your business, but I'm going home.'
 Pretty lucky, weren't you" sneered the detective. "What's it going to be next time-forgery or just a sim- pie stick-up?"
 Nothing at all. I'm through" de- declared Larry resentfully.
 Ward threw back his leonine head and laughed loud and long.
 "Listen, Bill" snapped Larry, q don't give d--n whether you be- lieye It or not. paid for what I did I'm square again and I'm going to keep that way. You mark my words"
 Bill Ward smiled down into the face but slightly marked with prison pallor. Don't get sore. There's no one wants to see you go straighter Here, I'll prove it. The Hayden Carr people are sending a crew down to the Argentine tomorrow. I happen to know they need man like you. It will mean stake for you. Go see Hayden and tell him sent you. You'd better go right from the train. Is that playing fair?"
 Larry softened. "Thanks, Bill. I appreciate it lot but I don't believe Virginia would like it. She wants to stay here"
 Ward drowned slightly as he real ized the meaning of Lanes remark.
 Larry" Wards voice was almost pleading. Do you realize what you are letting her in for? Can you bring her happiness? Do you think the 'ex- convict will ever die out? Every day you'll be fearing the past. How do you think she'll like that? How would n hoy out? Boy, if you love her, grab that Job and bear 1t. Shes young, she'll forget you; it won't hurt half as much as to be called Mrs. Ex-Con'."
 The world seemed to shut down on Larry to hem him in more suffocat- ingly than had the grim, gray walls of the prison. A terrible doubt en- tered his heart; perhaps Bill was right. Mrs. EX-COn"-God, it was terrible! What was it Bill had said? If you love her, grab that job she's young, she'll forget" But could she forget?' The Daylight Limited roared into the yards. With a "Good-by and good luck. Remember what I said!" i Bill moved forward to get his bag, leaving Larry staring unheedingly | through the window. The porter touched him on the arm. This is yo' station, sar. Yo' bag is on the plat form"
 He didn't stop to telephone but | leaped into waiting taxi and snapped an address to the driver. | Once he saw her he knew his doubts would be swept away.
 There was car parked before her door. He resented the thought of a visitor, desperately wanting her to be alone for the surprise. He mo. toned back the maid who opened the door and stepped into the familiar hall. As had been his habit he glanced down the length of the thickly car. peted entry through the open door of the library.
 She was there, but his heart stopped beating and he had to grasp the newel post for support. She was curled up In- the depths of leather chair, smiling happily up at the tall, per Fectly groomed man who stood before her. There was no mistaking the pleasure that shone from her eyes The man looked clean, honorable, up- right; there was no ex-con" about him. The sort of man who could make her happy. So Ward was right. What had he said? The Argentine? He'd have to see them right away. Perhaps he 'ould forget, too, in the Argentine. A coward would say good-by. in-