The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-03-02

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store and a p~ostoffice were not mac
cessible but screened by hills and
woods and marshes, and best Of all by
distance. Coralie sighed blissfully:
IT always dreamed that distance was
the loveliest thing imaginable. But I
never realized just how adorable it
could be, did you?"
II can't get too much Of It," he
agreed, except between you and me,
and there the least possible is to much"
Getting meals and getting rid of the
debris took up so much Of their time
that they seemed to have never a
moment Of true leisure. They were
tremendously busy with nothings. They
fed on honeydew and drank the milk of
paradise spiritually, that is, for they
did the actual cooking themselves and
the results were curious. Things were
either raw or burned but they were good
in spots. They were at worst a joke,
at best what he cleverly called meek
tie Of the Gods"
There was drama in a mosquito fight,
in currying acquaintance with a visit
ing chipmunk, in catching fish or in
catching no fish, in q sudden rain
squat, in discovering strange leaves,
flowers, moses, BEETLES, birds. He had
no office hours; she had no callers.
They could drop down and sleep when
the mood struck them and get up when
they were filled with rest. They would
sit and talk, or sit and not talk.
If the nights we're cold it made them
snuggle together the closer. Everything
welded them tighter as they explored
in each other the great mysteries of
character, the profound moods of the
soul.
These endless wanderings in the
labyrinths of each others souls kept
them fascinated, and nature was a
labyrinth Of endless interest. They took
long hikes across the country, avoiding
the highways and the towns. They
found steep hills to scale, and called it,
mountain climbing" Rains came
whispering about the woods and stitch
ing the leaves. Now and then a storm
would growl and fail the trees. But
the meanest weather was the dark
realization that his vacation was end
ing. They must go back to the jail
they had broken and crowd in with
their fellow prisoners.
She wept in his arms half the last
night. They had had nothing, a dear
nothing. They had shared it in more
than contentment; and now it was to
be taken away. They we're quite
wretched in their bliss because it was
going-going-gone.
They went to a hotel to stay until
they could find an apartment. Their
first dinner in what they scornfully re-
ferred to as civilization" they took
with her parents.
The next morning at daybreak she
hoped out of bed to start the break
fast. But there was no way of cooking
anything up there and the hotel din
ing room would not be open for hours.
They tried to sleep and lay awake talk
ing of the paradise they had lost until
suddenly they noted that he had barely
time to reach his office.
But what becomes of me all day?"
she walled. "All day!"
He vas desolated. It vas as If he
wolves. But he had no choice.
4Ou 11IuSG COI1lS OOWA1COW4 dA10
lunch with me-"
It'll be there early"
He had to telephone that he had to
lunch with a prospective customer.
ga woman" She did not ask it.
She said it. He answered guilty:
"Ye-yes, but you don't mind, do your"
NO." she lied, and he knew it.
"She's awfully homely." He told the
truth but she did not believe it.
BE home early to dinner?"
"You bet. Just you and me-"
Later he telephoned that they would
have to go out to dinner with his boss,
A. j. Dryden, who was giving a party
to a group of big prospects and want
ed Bruce to get thick with them. At
dinner Coralie was placed as far as
possible from Bruce and was expected
to be very, very attentive to a loathsome
old bore while Bruce paid court to q
foolish woman who insisted on flirting
her head off. Far past her desert is
land bedtime, she must keep awake in
heavy air and dance long dances be-
tween courses with everybody but
Bruce. Instead Of going respectfully
to bed at midnight, that fiend Of an
A. ]. Dryden proposed a night club.
One night club led to another!
When, in the eddies of the maelstrom
of dancers, she drifted near enough to
Bruce to say anything she would
moan:
1--WE got to go home! I'm dead on
my feetl"
$50 m I, darling But we don't dare.
It would be as much as my job Is
WORTH"
Damn your job"
THAT goes double, but we need It In
our business"
A.. j. Dryden was making desper-
ate efforts to unload investments while
the prices were high. Night after night
the same thing went on Bruce n