Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1934-03-14
Letter of
Betrayal
By EVELYN NJ. DAVIS
q. BY Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

races OF DOndlu duu htLutlu kept
dancing before her eyes. blurring
the pages. Try as she might, she
could not shake off a feeling OF i'm
pending disaster. She glanced at the
clock, and decided that In all prob.
ability, Donald had received her
letter. Could II be that he
She was startled by the shrill
ringing of the telephone. With a
feeling of dread, she took down the
receiver. is this you. Don7 Did
you get my letter?" she asked. In a
voice. none too steady. whats
that? You Got Beatrice James let
ter? Oh, my God, what have |
done !" she cried TREMENDOUSLY. hang
ing up the receiver.
She thought swiftly, a thousand
possibilities tearing at her brain like
frenzied fingers. She had mixed
those two letters this morning. In
her hurry to post them: one to
Beatrice, accepting her dinner In.
vltation for Saturday, and the other
TO Donald Morris, dismissing him
forever from her life. Oh. what a
laundering fool she wasi
"Oh, God. help me this once"
she prayed.
She picked up the telephone and
called Bea's house. There was a
chance that she would be out, and
Doris might be able to bride the
maid out Of the letter. Her heart
was beating like a trip hammer
as she waited, but no one answered.
That was strange. But-yes-this
was Thursday. the maids afternoon
outl She slammed the receiver on
its hook, q out of the house and
down the white, dusty road In
breathless haste.
But as she rounded a curve, and
came In sight of Bea's bungalow, her
last hope took flight, for there,
parked In front Of the gate. was
Bea's long, swanky car.
But, no, she would not give up
She had to have that letter. Per-
haps Bea hadn't read 1t, and, she,
Doris, could get 1t away from her
on ome pretext. She ran to the
gate, and was about to open 1t when
the sound of mingled voices fioated
out through the open wlniow. Bea
was entertaining guests.
"Too late-too late" her thoughts
hammered, keeping time with her
footsteps. Bea's friends would all
know before night, that she. Doris
Coughlin, had contemplated run
ming away with her husbands best
friend. 1t wouldn't matter to them
that she had written In the letter
her belated realization of her love
for Kenneth, her husband had seer
In time the CHASTITY mistake that
would have wrecked all three lives.
She had married Kenneth, and
come here to this outlying district
of British Honduras, almost q year
ago. Everything had seemed so
strange. and she felt, at times, ter
ribly alone and outside 1t all. Then
Kenneth's friend, Donald Morris.
had been sen down by his company,
to prospect. for oil.
There had been a strange attrac-
ton between them from the first,
which they had both fought against.
Then, suddenly, Donald had made
up his mind to go back to the States
and after a bitter struggle with
his conscience. had flung honor and
loyalty to the winds, and asked her
to go with him. He was having his
plane conditioned, and would be
ready to take off tonight.
Doris had been n turmoil of In.
decision-a slender reed, swaying
between two winds.
She had tossed all night, her brain
a battle-ground of conflicting desires,
II vas In the chill, gray hour Of the
morning, when she turned on the
light, and saw Kenneth lying there
with one arm thrown across his
head, In an attitude of boyish aban-
donment. that she realized, with a
sudden rush of tenderness. that she
loved him-inescapably. She had
Struggled close In his arm, humble
and full of remorse. She knew
then that Donald was only a wild
dream, that would leave her
presently.
Had she learned then, too late,
what Kenneth really meant to her?
When she reached home, she
found Kenneth and Donald In the
kitchen, mixing h~igh-balls.
"a fine hostess, you are" Ken.
meth said, catching her around the
waist, and swinging her Off the
floor. "Why didn't you stay home
and greet your guests?"
"Oh, | just thought I'd take a
walk" she looked m~lserably at Don
aid, trying hard to keep her head
above the slow tide of defeat that
was engulfng her.
"Don got a telegram, and has to
leave tonight, so we thought we'd
have a little celebration" Kenneth
said, handing her a hfgh-ball. Just
a minute, and I'll chip some more
Ice" he went out onto the porch
whistlIng.