Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1933-03-16

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Ing tonight. | came here hoping I'd
see you. l did what I don't usually
do and was a little bold, | guess. get
ting you to talk to me. I've got some
thing to tell YOU
'Yes?"
"a lot you should know; a lot your
father should know"
$50? That's interesting !"
1T will be, but can't talk here. 5.
And we can't go out together. I've
got to see you alone"
John was not very good at inter-
preting women. He was just a triie
wary now, and evidently she under
stood.
ITS all right. I'm shooting square.
I'll tell you this much: I'm RESPONSE
bic for gettirg you out OF Shoestring !"
Il don't quite understand" he said,
cautiously.
Il wrote a letter to Miss Richards,
on dictatfon. Does that mean any
thingas1
Her eyes, as he studied them, seemed
to be honest enough.
YES" he admitted.
and II hadn't written that letter
I might have gone for a ride or
whatever they do up here In the
woodsl II that isn't enough, I'll say
this: somebody In Kampfest has been
scared stiff since you came here.
Things that had been going on before
have stopped since you came into the
| picture. !. Now are you inter-
ested?'
Very much!"
The music stopped. They both ap-
plauded vigorously. When the encore
started she put her cheek close to his.
I'll leave after the next dance. I'm
here with other girls from the office.
| live In the third house after you turn
right at the post office. You walk
past a half hour after / leave and I'll
be waiting in the storm-house. When
| see you, and II the streets empty,
I'll open the door for you"
After a moment he said: "Fair
enought"
He didn't like this matter OF clam
destine meetings, of skulking to a
rendezvous with a girl of this type.
But she knew something that solved
one problem, evidently. What he had
to learn must be learned.
He waited through tagging minutes,
needless of the music and laughter
and talk about him, sitting against
the wall, heart humping.
He went out and strolled down the
street, swung rapidly along the side
walk with its high piles OF snow on
either side, scanning the house fronts.
The third, was painted white; it set
back thirty feet from the street. As
he came abreast of it the door of the
storm-house. which, during the winter,
protected the tiny front porch from
weather. opened inward. He saw her
standing there and she beckoned.
Come In" she said. looking down
the street, and closed the door, shut
ting them into the little cubicle. "All
right, now"-speaking in a normal
tone. "Old lady Vogle-this is her
honse--is deaf as a post. She sleeps
like a log, too. II anybody comes up
the walk here, you go straight through
the kitchen and out the back door |"
"Who would Gomez" he asked, JUS
picious now.
Paul Gorbel might come" she said
"Ohl
"Yesl And II he found you here
with me he'd he might kill mel
dramatically. He'd be afraid oi
you, but he'd never let me get away
knowing that | know all | do and after
he'd seen us together. That's Why
more easily-"I can't take you up Il
my room. If he trapped US there"
I'm the habit of coming to you
room, is heY'
"Yes.o she said. I'm not going tt
try to put anything over on you. Mr.
Belknap. / couldn't, even IL / wanted
to, and | don't want to-"
THAT'S generous, I'm sure. But !
Il know this Is a wild sounding sor
of thing, but / want you to belier'
that everything I say is Gods truth
'lt's a long story, Mr.. Belknap. 1t
the kind of a story with a moral, ia
as I'm concerned, j guess" Sh
laughed, a triffe bitterly.
I'm coming clean. I've got to-, t
show you how. / know these things
and to make you understand why I tel
'em to you. A girls. got to shoe
square as long as the other party does
I've done my part up here. I've bee
given a dirty deal from the begin
ningl" And now her voice was coarse
unpleasant, filled with anger.
Don't m~isjudge me, Mr.. Belknap
Please don't do that / was only
kid when Paul Gorbel commence
coming into the Chicago office. | wa
a typist there and he well.
he pronositioned me while he wa