The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-06-14
Poinsettias For Peace B!

at the breakfast table, because she was
afraid If she opened her mouth n
would sob loudly.
It was a pity that she had this sell
control. Gil Redo finished his breaK-
fast in high dudgeon, afterward Stalk
ing down from the house to the ofIice:
He tried in justice to keep in mind tna1
the girl had had no mother. She was
a spoiled brat. But what harm oio
poor Grams presence o the place 90
anybody? There was plenty to eat anu
to spend, and God kne his acres were
enough to accommodate two women.
Gran herself in a purple silk snawl'
trusively watching the silent girls BACK.
Christmas day! Gran. crept from ,tne
room in the end, trying not to weep.
Russ Downes too was, at the same
moment, bitterly muttering, Christmas
Day. Hope 1t drags to an end some
time He was lounging modify In. an
overstuffed chair in a large fraternity
room. He was working up courage to
borrow fare back home from one OF tne
boys. He wanted to be out of that girls
native state. -,
The large room was noisy with card
games and four radios. But the clamor
suited him.. It covered his doldrums.
So he sat on hour after hour.
With a Jolt he came out Of his CLOUDY
brooding. from the Gilbert Redo
Nursery" Who was talking about
that place?
A radio was talking. Calling all cars
calling all cars disappearance
go. from Gilbert Redd nursery -. .
female violet eyes -. may be con-
fused Of mind 49,"
Had Valencia run away? Part OF the
call had been indistinct.
Russell got up from his chair. More
than one of the boys were willing to leu
him take a car for a few hours.
He did twenty miles in twenty-five
minutes. There are not many cars on
the roads on Christmas day.
He slowed a little nearing the Redd
gate and then he muttered profanely.
Right in the yard stood Valencia, talking
with energy to Mike. Gil Redd was gett-
ing into his car. ten yards from the two.
Russell sped on in self-disgust. What
a fool he had been to get panicky over
a girl he did not care to see again! NOW
he had seen her again and Wished he
hadn't.
Fortunately she had been too engrossed
with Mike to recognize him as he pass
ed.
The day was hot and yellow. He rode
or aimlessly, turning at the first cross
road.
Moody and disliking the hot yellow
day, he had covered about three sun
blazed miles when he came upon the
little OLD lady, with a suitcase and a
fallen sable cape, sitting at the side OF
the road.
Are you waiting for some one?" he
asked.
do no taxicabs pass along this road?'
she asked with spirit, lifting the small
white head as If to defy any n h
thought he saw tears.
Where do you wish to go?" he asked
gently.
To his dismay, her thin tears became
a helpless stream and she replied abject-
ly. Nowhere"
"oh. come now ! You're tired. Per-
haps faint?" =.
"Tired Of living. Nobody wants me"
"Oh, now" He got out Of the car
and sat down coaxingly beside her. You
can't tell me that a lot of folks don't like
some one like you"
Essaying dignity, she said TREMENDOUSLY,
II dare say my grandson is slightly fond
of me. Not having seen me for a long
time. naturally he cannot be expected
to dote on my presence.
Maybe he doesn't show his feelings"
His daughter shows hers"
"Oh, Oh-well, girls are temperament
al"
"She is spoiled. theirs tell me. Natural
ly, she has run her fathers house for
years. But I had no intention of TAX
ing her place."
Russell said uncomfortably, II bet
you're mistaken"