Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-10-19

Kindly sign this"
Sondra signed it; she felt as if
she stood by looking coldly on at
her other self slowly writing her
name at the foot of the formal re-
ceipt which Lomax had drawn up.
Twenty-Five hundred dollars
She suddenly remembered that she
owed John Anderson more than
that amount.
Once or twice lately her con
science had stirred uneasily at the
memory but she had always
soothed it with the vague belief
that some day she would be able
to repay him.
Some day! . some day in an
other existence then - certainly
not in this.
Lomax pushed back his chair
and rose.
"You can stay till Friday if you
like" he said bluntly, as if she
was a servant in his employ whom
he had dismissed. THAT will give
you time to look around; it's only
Tuesday now"
Sondra turned dumbly away,
and he said irascibly:
Don't you want the check?"
She took it up with apathetic
fingers and walked out of the
room. Up in her room she stood
staring out of the window.
"You can stay till Friday-that
will give you time to look round
II
There was Beatrice, Of course,
and that months holiday she had
been invited to share, but would
even that hold good when Beatrice
knew of her helpless position?
There was John Anderson, but
she felt that now she would rath-
err dietthan appeal to him; besides
what could he do for her? He
could not marry her-even sup
posing he still wished to and they
were both free-then suddenly she
remembered Mark.
How strange that he should be
the last refuge to occur to her.
Yes, she could send him a cable
and say hat she was joining him
at once, but the thought brought
her no joy; she could only remem-
Der what Anderson had said:
"It's no country for a woman
like you; you would hate it. Flies
and heat and discomforts. :"
Sondra wrung her hands.
"What can | do? What a |
| dc? 2"
She unlocked a drawer in her
writing table and took out Marks
portrait-his eyes smiled back at
her questioningly.
She tried to remember the hap
Ply hours they had spent together.
But it seemed so long ago-almost
like a play she had once sat
through and enjoyed, and had be-
gun to forget.
He was so many miles away -.
and yet he was her husband, and
her place was with him.
She stood for q long time star
ing at his pictured face and slow
ly it seemed to grow into the face
of a stranger.
If she went out to him the
thought snapped and she let the
photograph fall back into the
drawer as she whispered the
truth to herself at last, II don't
want to go 49,"
And yet it was only a few weeks
since she had stood on the plat
form at the pier and felt as if her
life were at an end.
San | mad?" she asked herself
in despair. "Why don't | love him
any more? Why don't / want to
go to him?"
The telephone rang sharply and
she crossed the room to take
down the receiver.
1t was Beatrice, girlish and fril-
ly as ever in voice and manner.
Darling, is it true that Fqora's
left poor Ben? I've heard such
wild rumors And whom has she
gone with? 49,. Of course I've de-
MED everything everybody has
said, but do tell me-"
Sondra spoke with an effort.
There's nothing to tell. She's
only gone to the South of France
for a holiday, and Ben is going
| away on business. We are shut
ting the house up for a time,
that's all" she managed a laugh.
What nonsense people do talk,
don't they?"
Darling, I'm so thankful"
Beatrice was not in the least de-
ceived, but she pretended to be.
sit would have been so frightful
for you, wouldn't it, if it had been
true? Whatever would you have
done? And where are you going
as it isl"
Il shall stay with friends, and
then later on / shall be going with
you, to M Massachusetts.
Darling, it's too sad-but you
know we're not going after ALL
Mumsie's cut up rough about go
ing north-she never was keen,
and on fha uyhoIa tL;u~ l. .fr ~