Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-01-19
part TWO

II that's cynical, we hasten to quail
ify It: to substitute ''as long as there
are some women ia Che world" Miss
Truelove. foT instance. hadn't seen the
announcements and certainly wouldn't
have tried TO trap anyone into spend
ing all that money on her Il she had.
For Miss Truel0Ve the thirty-flrss Of
December represented, or appeared TO
represent. another morning IA the
schoolroom, another afternoon IN the
Park, 3 lonely evening while the ftf-
teen servants junketed and the adult
members Of the family Jared forth; and
then bed, and-if she didn't sleep. or
were awakened by it--a hooting and
footing and screening and jangling
which would offer her very little prom
ise or hope.
That's what Il all seemed like 10 Miss
Truelove as the duh day slipped slug
gishly past, and that's how 1t still
struck her at seven o'clock, as she sat
In the oOlroom-under q small, with
ering spig OF mistletoe- and darned one
Of meg Aliisons stockings, though It
wasn't technically her duty, but if
she didn't ION this night OF nights)
it was quite positive that nobody else
would
At ten minutes past seven, however,
there was rush and scamper and
whoop from without, and In dashed
Miss RoSalie Allison, IN a silken kimono,
and she said: ooh, say, say, / sayl
Oh, Miss TrueloveI oh, you must come
to the rescued"
SO Grieselda stood up, and said: Eyes,
Of course, Miss Allison. What do you
want me TO do7"
ooh, Miss Truelove, it's too sickening,
but Jonquil Holdsborough has just
rung up to say she's got a foul colo,
and her mothers absolutely brutal and
won't let her out, and I've been on to
everyone can think Of but they're all
going to parties already or else they're
in the country, and we can't be an odd
number or waste the place, so you Will
come, won't your mean, Mummie
says you mustl"
But"
'Oh, but you've got to, Miss True
love. You know you're not doing any
thing else. I'm lend you something
that's all right. And you've got that
lucky hair that never needs waving.
III make you" said Rosalie, generously
and extensively, look absolutely unrec-
ognizableI"
Griselda wanted to stay where she
was, to have supper brought up to her
on q tray, to read book, to go to bed.
Yet an inner voice said: What an In
teresting and ambitious young woman,
to be surel" Having sneered like this,
it also reminded her that she hadn't
an invitation so much as a
command. She said: But your mother
can't really"
"Oh, come onl" said Resale. "Of
course you're comingl"
So at about twenty minutes past
eight mechanical cayalcade set off
from the Allison's house and sped to- /,
ward the Serene Hotel GriSelda oc-
cupied one of the smaller seats In her
employers largest car, dumb or at
any rate mute young gentleman was be-
side her, while MIR. and Mrs. Allison sat
opposite and bickered gently as they
oiled along.
aOf course" said Mrs. Allison more
han once, you'll enjoy 1t when you get
here. Now don't be so absurd, Her
bert" She also told the mute young
gentleman that her husband was al
ways like this, though it appeared
doubtful whether this made things cas-
er for anybody. Griselda thought:
How extraordinary I believe I'm sorry
or them already. But perhaps it's just
because they're feeling tired and hum
ry."
If SO, MinistrelH was more than pre-
Jared to deal with the second form OF
uffering, for there we're seven courses
N his gala menu. As for fatigue, he