The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-12-28
All the Brave Plans By Charles J. McGurk

She flashed into view, slim blond
youngster, riding easily, straight body
swaying with the horse, knees pressed
in, boots light in the stirrups. She saw
them and began to check her mount.
But the sorrel had ideas OF his own.
As they flew by her hand shot into the
air in salute. Girl and horse were
fighting as they disappeared.
GOOD rider" Tony approved.
"Ursula's a pretty GIRL" Mara COM
mented.
"Eh?" Tony stared at her. ''Pretty9
Yes. Yes, I suppose she Is. Knows
horses though"
She was waiting for them at bend
in the path, soothing the fretfrl ami
NAL, patting his neck, watching their
approach.
morning" she smiled at Mara in
passing, but Sought Tonys glance. How
do you like him, Tony?"
Tony's gaze sped to the horse. Mara
watched the girl.
'Like him." Tony passed Judgment.
always did. How far did you run
him?"
about mile. Hard. He runs we'll"
She swung into the path and rode with
them. I'm glad you like him, Tony.
Let you ride him some morning."
Mara found herself unreasonably an
noyed. Ursula, she realized, was the
first of vanguard Of strangers who
would encroach upon the privacy of
herself and Tony Bailee from now ON.
However 1t was her own doing. En-
croachment was part Of the price she
would have to pay for resun1ing her
career.
Mara bent over the proofs of the
double truck advertisement on her
desk, reading it carefully, blue pencil
poised.
It was good copy, at last, subtle in
its suggestion that the Freeze Ice re-
frigerator was the seasons most perfect
boon to the housewife with limited bud
get.
Her pencil lowered and descended.
Wrote 20. K. M. B." and circled the
letters. She pushed the proof from
her and rang the buzzer. Janice Snaith,
her secretary, came in softly. She was
a tall, thin, dark girl with shadows in
her eyes.
"See that Mr.. Woodson gets this will
you, Janice?" Mara said. "And if you
haven't anything else to do, that will
be all for tonight"
eyes. Thank you, Mrs. Baille." The
girl hesitated and seemed about to say
something more. Thought better Of it.
Good night" she added and went out
the door, closing it softly behind her.
Mara wondered idly what Janice had
wanted to say. Janice had been with
her long time. Before she had left
to marry Tony. Come to think Of it,
Janice had been married month later.
Mara had been fortunate to get her
back when she herself returned to bus
mess. Then she forgot Janice.
The days. she realized, were getting
longer. Spring was almost here. Would
be officially here in less than three
weeks. And she had been back with
D. w. and the agency for six months.
She stifled a yawn and got up and
walked to the window to fight sudden
| fatigue. She was tired. But she could
MT afford to be. There was dance
at the country club tonight, the first
| event of strenuous weekend. Well,
she could sleep late tomorrow. Rest
| Sunday. She needed the two days to
recover from the rest of the week. She
worked hard.
Watching fussy little tugboat bully
| ing a lumber barge up the East river,
! she told herself again that she worked
hard but was content. Hadn't time to
be anything else. Her work was de-
handing and getting more so all the
time, as D. w. delegated more and more
responsibility to her. She was afraid
she had proven herself another of those
successful business women who could
combine career with marriage.
Which brought her to thoughts Of
| Tony. She wasn't, she unwillingly adj
! mitted, seeing as much of Tony as she
| should. She Stifled sudden rush Of
panic that had, for certain reasons, be-
, come frequent of late. Tony, she stern
Iy told herself, didn't mind. He under
stood. He was always understanding
Dear old Tony!
| He had accepted with the same I'M
derstanding smile the procession Of
many little things that had interviewed
to prevent it so many different times.
bridge. For the theatre. For the coun-
try club dances. Even, she remember
ed now with feeling of real guilt, for
the morning rides, the only condition
he had asked in conceding to her the
opportunity to come back to business.
| STILL she defended herself, she had
only refused him once. That was six
weeks ago, when winter suddenly broke
in the middle and became open wealth.
er. That morning she had awakened to
find him in his riding clothes gently
squeezing her wrist.
| "Up!" he growled. "Great morning.
Horses need run. Weighing for it.
Could use one myself. Seedy. Come on.
Do you good. Up, therel"
| Sleep still drugged her. She fought
back her anger and took refuge In
plaintiveness.
%, Tony, you brute!" she walled and
closed her eyes. II can'tl I'm dead for