The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-09-13
Published by Special Arrangements With TIL
Chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate
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Copyright: 1885: BY WALLACE RWN
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| Copyright: 1885: BY WALLACE IRWIN
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mo, not really. You've had a lovely
time. And I want you to keep on, the
! Clyde. And I want to get my strength
back. I'd rather stay home and dig in
the garden and read and play with
the baby. But 1t makes me awfully IN
happy to think Of you being cheated
out of your fun. I'd love it, If you'd
be sensible and 60 to parties all the
time. Then you could come back and
tell me about it. Honest, I'd love it.
Clyde. Honest"
He stood with hands in pockets, Stub
born head thrust forward.
what a barrel of baloney you can
TALK" he grunted.
But is it baloney, both Of us having
a good time in our own way, when we're
off on vacation"
, How'd you think I'd make 'em ask
me to parties alone? Go around with
a sandwich board, saying, I'm a bache-
lor'? Or maybe put an ad in the
papers?"
That's not such a wierd idea," said
Mabel, "and you needn't be so darned
! cross about it,"
Next morning a smallish, youngish
and edited the Echo, printed for the
, colony's sake, sat writing an editorial
and praying for advertisements. Dan
ran the paper when he wasn't riding
or dancing, so the personnel Of Shadow
Rock was, to him, as familiar, as the
keyboard on his typewriter.
Who then was the girlish person in a
rose colored sweater and white tam
who just came in? All, she must be the
wife of that chap Billings who made
such a hit a couple of weeks ago. Be-
eyes that charm editors, Dan got up
from his desk and gave her his per-
| sonal attention. He wanted to say,
GOOD morning, Mrs. Billings" but an
instructive caution on his part and q
mysterious look on hers limited him to
a smile and a question; what could he
do for her?
She wanted to know the cost of in
! sorting an advertisement for two weeks
in his classified columns. She wasn't
so technical as that when she asked it,
but Dan helped her out by lending her
his patent silver pencil.
While she leaned over her composition,
struggling with a thought, he admired
the pretty effect. She had pep The
| Shadow Rock females were a lot of
hens, not to have taken her up . He'd
have to ask Sally and Hilda about her
Was there anything the matter with
! her except that she'd come here and
turned a single man into a husband?
Finally she handed over the paper
she had been writing on, and Dan
computed the lines. Then, swallowing
his establishment, he named the price
THANK you," she said crisply as she
counted out the exact change. She
gave him a smile when she left the Of
flee.
But Dan Newlands stood rooted. his
horn spectacles glowing incredulously
over the advertisement. Gosh, how'd
she come to think of that?" he mutter-
ed. "Gosh!" And again he went e
her small, round handwriting.
"Mr. G. H. B. announces a
his wife is not going out this
season and his friends may
regard him as unattached"
For the first week, certainly the no.
tfce appeared daily in the Echo. Every
morning, with a growing uneasiness
Mabel walked down to the newsstand.
read the only words she had ever writ
ten for publication, then threw the
paper away. She knew that Clyde
who disdained the Echo, wouldn't see
| the item unless his attention was call
ed to it. Like many another inventor,
| Mabel soon began to regret her IN.
genuity. Whew! How mad clyde Woulo
be if he found out! He might DO any