The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-07-13
BY Ida M. Euans

, and repentance! What had he
He loved this girl. He had hoped 70
marry her eventually. Now-vind1ctive
disposition. The police would be call
ed. He'd lose his job.
His mother would lam him, flay him,
STAY him. Romance had gone from n1e
and so had common safety. And ne
could never find words to explain 70
! this yellow girl that he regretted MS
impulsive blow
He blinked an eye toward her, sud-
denly aware of a change on her ex-
pressive yellow face. She was thougnt-
fully rubbing her jaw.
"Ain't you sorta hasty to defend your.
self, Oscar? I was only jokin' myseH
Oscar rolled a white eyeban toward
her. A tone of respect? Respect from
that pert girl who at times had the
charm of a yellow rose?
It was unbelievable but true. Sud
denly Oscar was awar that he had
learned a valuable lesson about yellow
girls. He would never forget it. Don't
provoke me again then" he said with
dignity.
IT was jokin'," whimpered Ethel.
Unknowingly Oscars step in educa-
tion-and she would have cared moth
ing had she known Of it-Felicia Ora
ham after two hours lay on a couch,
fearful and furious by turn.
- She was filled with anger at Glen
Norway. She would forgive him
Beast! Ungenerous and evil minded!
CHI IoJ Jo~;oJ 1orroJF So,,oI, fNr hic
sake. The bracelet thrust at her from
a western customer of the firm. Dane
ing at night clubs whose we charge
would have left Glen without room rent
for a month. Theatres. And there was
the time her employer began to tell her
that his wife was an invalid-and she
I, had risked her job and favor by saying
that she was engaged to a young man
And the trouble was that she wasn't
engaged to Glen! And, as Felicia now
bitterly thought, the modern young man
looks upon marriage as an ungilded
cage for a dumb bird, and she'd better
quit being a fool-and into the pillow
went her foolish uncomfortable tears.
Her phone rang. For a moment she
J debated: Should she answer?
She took up the received-Ah! Glen!
Glen husky, Glen contrite! Glen bab-
bling and it came over me I'd a lot
of gall to zap at you for a box Of flow
ers that I can't afford to give you-but
it eats me like a disease, darling, that
we have to wait a hellish age before
we can maryland it's nerve for a chap
to try to marry a girl who's doing fairly
well on her own"
Felicia clapped her hand over her
O1rrnIn nf Inv Tlo~ hn1 ~M@N0~aI ~
last!
At the moment Ellen Burke was not
gurgling with joy. She lay in bed,
bathed, fed, and sullen. She wondered
If life were worthwhile. No said
so. Plenty said no. Spinsters pretend
ed. Some of them pretened well. Some
OF them wrapped their spinster stuff in
the tinfoil Of economic independence
and went about hooting with false
proud Joy that it was a tasty new con-
lection. Blah. Silly of 'em. Why did
MT they admit that they were poseurs?
She wished that mn were not so
created that at n mans voice they
must go hot and then cold. She won
dered If years would dull the quick,
sharp pang which came to her when
ever she was stabbed by the certainty
UAAdI IL M1dIIu 1yuuS u1e Sue was d
sob sister and nothing more.
She dozed for a few minutes. When
she dozed her face was young and
rather pathetic for all its years Of look
ing at stark news.
Out Of the doze she walked abruptly.
Her phone was ringing. Baby stolen?
Torch murder? Divorce slashed her
wrists? Ellen got up muttering. She
was dead tired.
Martin Lynn was speaking.
Hello, little Ellen? Still looking at
pictures In orchids?" His tone was
bantering. Martin Lynn, usually crisp
and dry as the best toast, bantered her!
Mad, Ellen? Guess I was pretty short.
But you ought to know better than to
interrupt a dog at his bone. Now-my
mind Is free. And tell me, Elen-are
you getting sentimental In YOU old age,
or were you always poetical over lfe?"
She went hot, went cold. O, cruel to
be at the mercy Of mans voice.
She said indifferently, Haven't an idea
what you're talking about"
"The Orchids" he reminded her,
"Adrift on a Manhattan street with no
fair hands to guide them"
%, those orchids? Forgot all about
them"
you're lying, Ellen. Your voice
! sounds forty-five and gray"
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