The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-12-21

against her love for Tony, the steady
beating love which had s~ucceeoeo
hungry passion in the three years Oh
marriage.
Explaining or excusing it anyway sne
liked, it remained cold blooded q
to Tony, this wish, that was like the
throbbing of an aching nerve, 10 90
back to the world of business. voice.,
it would hurt him terribly. It woulo
stab at his self-respect, offend his con
ception-even granting that conception
was silly-of her status as a wife ana
his as a husband. Staring at 1t WIN
relentless logic she recognized 1t as an
enemy which would surely mar tnen
happiness and possibly might even
smash their marriage.
She had, she angrily told herself, no
reason to leave calm security OF settieo
marriage for the uncertainties that mel
return to business would bring to ther
happiness, hers and Tony's. NO rea-
son, she grimly corrected herself, that
she could present to Tony, to his con-
ceptions, to his friends, or to the Wom-
en-, especially the wives Of Havernhl'
some of whom she had entertained mat
day.
What could the wife Of q Tony Baille
desire that could not be commanded by
her in her position as the wife Of Tony
Baille?
Wealth? Social authenticity? Cul-
ture? Comfort? Happiness?
They were all hers without even the
asking, without the lifting Of a fin
ger.
How could she explain to any Of them
that it was this very ease which she re-
sented?
She wanted that only thing they de-
MED her, the opportunity to lift her
finger. She missed the struggle and
the chance and the uncertainties of the
business world from which Anthony
Baille had taken her.
This career of suburban wife was
not a satisfying substitute. 1t lacked the
excitement, the sense of adventure and
achievement. It was too calm. The
narrow round of social activities fitted
too loosely into the amount of time
it took to manage and plan for her
household. It left too many barren
hours. She wanted back again the op-
portunity to make brave plans n tc
!, carry them to accomplishment.
; She caught a glimpse of herself in
the mirror. Her image was haggard
!, and she laughed in annoyance. She was
getting to be a prima donna. Fits OF
temperament and everything. They
had begun to appear and plague hel
when her baby, Jean, had died sls
months ago.
If Jean were here, of course, she
Mara, wouldn't be so jumpy and 50 full
of rebellion. The baby would be keeping
her mother occupied. Giving hel
plenty of opportunity in those barrier
hours to make plans. But Jean wasn't
here. And the plan and grief her ar.
rival and departure had brought with
them forbade any more such reasons
for making plans. There would, Mara
bitterly told herself, be no more babies
She would have to pull herself to-
gether. AS the first step, she begar
to unlock her dress and then sudden
ly realized that it was old Dan Wood
sons letter which had brought all; thi
on. Trust that old pirate, with hi!
cynical disbelief in the modern won
ans ability to fit herself into any do
nestle scheme, to send her just thi
kind of letter at just this particula.
u u time.
What was it he had often said abou
o that idea Of the modern wife keep
= = ing the home fires burning is all bunk
In the first place, she hasn't any fires
She works with oil burners, electricit.
and gas. And in the second place, mos
of her hasn't any home. Just a place II
Sleep"
: Mara laughed, and lifting her dres
e / nuor hor hood fnNk hic 1ntfQr from fht
- desk and began to read it again.
my Dear Mrs. Baille: Only you, o
: all the experts I know, can carry tt
successful conclusion a new polio,
p which agency will introduce for tn
/ benefit of u clients.
Frankly, I have little hope of inter
u esting you. You have made such a sue
cess of your marriage, transformer
}. yourself so completely from the hes
parcel of advertising genius I ever say
:. wrapped in the form of a woman into
perfect Victorian wife. Amazing! Blu
then you were always amazing. And i
won't hurt to tell you a little about tn
policy. I want to talk it out.
II believe our national advertiser
are still shooting at a buying publ
which vanished in 1929. My idea l
n to launch our clients campaigns di
rectly at the American woman with tn
realization that her buying power ha
It shrunk from 80 to so per cent.
1T needs a brilliant woman directing
a subtle, feminine psychology. I though
= Immediately of you? What do yo
think?
Daniel Woodson, President.
"P. S. I have already fitted out a.
= office for you on the faint chance yo1
J. will be interested. The terms will b
your own. D. w"
D.. Six years ago, when she considere
D. W. the father of all ogres, this woul
have indeed been high praise. Now