Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-05-12
Chapter f8
"You MARRIED MY PILOT"
upstairs, yes" the doctc
cnid miss Raran hos rnl

0IIE'S upstairs, yes" the doctor
H said. Miss Revell has told
you. of course, what his trouble is?"
Yes" said Jenny. THAT is, she
told me there was bad news about
him. She didn't give me details
Odd sneered the doctor. And
neither of you at home to TAKE charge
Of the poor chap. Or perhaps he
doesn't live here, really? Tho | re-
member Miss Revell mentioning she
was getting the apartment ready for
you and your husband"
II don't think" said Jenny very
quietly, that / know your name"
"Tallas DR.. Leslie Tallas.
THANK you. Are there any instruc-
tions | should be given, DR.. Tallas,
about Mr.. Townsend before you go?"
"yell, he's suffering from profound
shock The doctor was not
flushed, now, he was pale. His eyes
were hostile as they came to rest up
on Jennys hands. They gave him a
sedative at the hospital before they
got him into the ambulance-they did
not want to let him go at all, at
first. but | offered to take charge of
him and he was rapidly running a
temperature at the idea of being kept
in that place. A lot of planes go over,
you see, and he has the fixed idea
that one will drop on him and crush
him. But you'd better consult your
doctor about him. He'll give what adj
vice he can and probably recommend
a specialist"
Il see. Thank you. Then l needn't
detain you any longer"
Miss Georgina Revell bowed slight
~. DR.. Trallas scowled, shrugged his
shoulders, saluted perfunctorily and
strobe out to the ambulance.
Gill gave a loud. short laugh.
You helped him get Mr.. Townsend
up to the apartment, Gill? Did he
seem-eXcited? M"
Gill reflected.
Seemed glad to get there" he
v~ouchsafed at last. He added irrele-
vantly-"Your wearing no ring, Miss
Jenny, that's what started that doc
tor chap nose-poking. Most married
ladies wear rings"
The hot color flooded Jenny's face.
Il don't want to- won't!' she said
vehemently. Then, as tho something
pursued her, she turned and fled up
the stairs.
BY the time she reached the door Of
the apartment she was composed ag-
ain, at any rate outwardly; only her
mind n her heart We're rebellious.
She whispered Il won't wear a ring
and l won't speak Of Eddie as my
husband Then she unlocked the
door and went in, ready to face Geo
rgle's singing reproaches.
But there was none. George was
not there. The few rooms lay comp
actly round the little square hall and,
with all the doors open, Jenny could
/ 600 1f a pla naA that Eo,--fa L,-- -
yet returned from Rochester Gate,
But where, then, was Eddie Town
send?
She looked into the room that had
been prepared for him; his luggage
was there-it had arrived, she re-
membered, twenty-four hours ago
but 1t HAD not been unpaeked. And
she noticed, too, that her curtains
were not up after all-she was rather
glad of that, they would give hel
something practical and immediate e
see to. In Georges room there wa
work waiting as we'll; the bed wa.
unmade and the chairs were heapet
and Uttered with clothes, all new, al
dreadfully expensive looking. And il
the sitting room the flowers needle,
attention.
J She turned into the kitchen and
40 SAt pdoAAth Opth the obois NltI
was the sound of a quick stumbl
o behind it and then a crash.
"Eddiel'
e He was pressed back against tn
n dresser, an empty kettle al his feet
o On the stove a gas-flame flared high
and the lid of the kettle was spinnin
d merrily in the recess under the sinl
His head was bandaged and plaster
Q ed so that very little Of his fac
t could be seen; but what was visibl
d looked startling pale. His eyes wer
n frightened.
Il "Oh, it's only you, Jen!' he croaket
II tried to laugh and then collapse
heavily into a chair and held h.
d head in his hands.
d Jenny picked up the kettle, filled /
y retrieved the lid and set the wate
lie on to boil. She was so afraid
" saying an incautious thing thai ST
le kept silence. She found her dust'
n. and went back to Georges room.
Her lips as well as her hands wei
trembling. Bad news about Ed, &c,
d rgie had limited. Bad news indeet
What could be worse than a compile
1t nervous collapse t. a man who's
only capital was his courage, h
rs GOODNESS of judgement, his uuickneI
a Of hand and eye?
d. Jenny flicked the peacock sat
eiderdOwn into place on George
bed and gazed in dismay at III
Is wisps Of lovely, fragile lingerie flu
!? over the rail at the end. 'Oh, Ge
rgie, what crazy extravaganza N