Hyder weekly herald., 1933-10-14
Better Job
  By HOPE BENNETT
@, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 wNU Service.

FERRY PRICE rose leisurely from. l his deep chair as his telephone bell rang. ''Let her ring" he said. "Whats the hurry?'
 But when he heard Beatrice Hard- wick's voice in the shaky Hello" he came vividly to life.
 "Why, Bee" he said briskly. 'Why, Bee, it's great to hear you. To what do owe this unexpected and unde- served pleasure?"
 "Terry," said Beatrice, "don't be sarcastic, T."
 "Tm not being sarcastic. Just truthful. To what"
 Hush up," said Beatrice, grossly. "Terry, it's pretty awful. I've lost my job"
 My dear girl" he said sympatheti- cally. "That's good news. It doesn't do to finger too long with the minor ity. Join the majority, even if it's wrong, and have good time."
 'I wish you wouldn't be so horrid," sighed Beatrice's voice. "I don't know what to dO."
 "I do," said Terry. Marry me. l haven't been able to ask you for two months because you had job and l didn't and I've sort of got out of prac- tice. Bee, I mean 1t. Two can live more cheapIy than one. We'll prove it."
 So Terry and Bee were married. Beatrice had a foothold away in the country-a small farmhouse and some not very good land which she had in l herited from her grandmother. And Terry had small-very small, but pretty sure-lncome of the unearned sort.
 They were married one morning, and I travelled that day to Bees little house. And they spent their honeymoon 1 painting and cleaning and patching and arranging. And within a month | they were living happily away from the world as if they had never known the chatter and glamor of New York and the daily office grind.
 But within a month their family had grown alarmingly. Whenever Terry drove to the nearest town he 1 came home with some sort of pet.
 Terry's content and happiness were persistent. Sometimes Bee lamented her lost life. Not that she wasn't hap pier now. She was happier. But she couldn't feel that it was quite-well, l quite right to have such good time and worry so little about the future. And all their animals-they only made stronger tie to break when she went back to her old life. "But 1t Is right" Terry reassured her, as they knelt beside each other thinning out the radish bed. Its the rightest thing there is. LOok!" Terry settled back on his heels and pointed
 his remarks with his trOwel We aren't either of us paying rent. To be sure, I'm living in my wife's house, but what of 1t? She likes to have me. And we're going to grow enough stuff to make us fat this summer, and what
 little money I've got goes darn sight
 further here than 1t did in New York
 and-0h, Bee, aren't we happy" 1 And that ended it, for the time. Of
 course. they were happy. AS she list
 ened to the cracking fire later on,
 Bee admitted to herself. without reser-
 vation, that she was happy.
 "Terry," she said. the present
 crowding out the past. 'let's get up early tomorrow and transplant the let . tuce. And then take our lunch and go picknicking over at the lake"
 Next evening, when they came back
 tired and happy and hungry, from
 their day at the lake, Terry stopped to get the mail out of their box by
 the roadside. while Bee hurried ahead
 to open the house and start the firt
 for supper. Under the front door wa'
 an envelope. She stopped to pick | up. It was addressed to her. Pen
 oiled on it's face was a note from thu postmaster of the nearby town. '' stopped by special with this," he wrote { Ut had a special delivery stamp on