The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1935-09-26


worry. Marooned on Cape Cod with
cold. Nothing serious. Home soon.
Love. Stanley"
.Got that?n
"Yes.n
Had something gone out Of her
voice? The monosyllable was fiat,
colorless. Heath looked at her. Even
her expression was dlfferent-or did
he merely imagine It?
Perhaps. | would better Just glance
over the message before you send It
simply to make sure It's right"
Let me copy It first" she objected.
Copy 1t? Nonsense! What for?
Nobody's going to see It."
He reached for the paper.
Still she withheld 1t.
whats the trouble?n
1T isn't written we'll enough. I'd
rather copy IT.
"Why?"
Its wobbly. I--I-perhaps my
hands were cold
- OIL re not chilly
"No-oh. no."
IF the room is cool you mustn't stay
here
1T Isn't I'm not cold at ALL"
"Wlll you let me take the telegram? n
She placed 1t in his hand.
1T is shaky. However, that's of no
consequence, since you are to phone
Western Union. Now, II you truly
are not cold, I'd like to dictate a sec.
ondl&mire.
All right"
This one Is for Currier." he said.
Mr.. James Currier, The BIltmore,
New York City. Safe on Cape with
Ny Lady. Shall return with her later.
Motor here at once, bringing whatever
need fer indefinite stay.
Stanley G. Heath"
Got that7'
20 H. nodded Marcia.
This time, without hesitation. she
passed him the paper
This, see, Is your normal hand
writing" he commented as he placed
the messages side by side.
Taking up the sheets. he studied
them with interest.
Hadn't better go and get off the
messages?" suggested Marcia, rising
neryously. 1.-THE station might be
closed. Often 1t Is. at noontlme."
ut doesn't matter IL they don't go
until afternoon"
but there might be some Slip"
He glpnred at her with his keen
eyes.
whats the matter7"
Matter"
Yes. with you? All OF a sudden
you've turned easterly."
Have II" Lightly, she laughed.
II probably have caught the habit from
the sea. Environment does influence
character psychologists say"
Nevertheless. you are not tickle"
How do you know2 You know an
amazing amount about me. seems to
me. considering the length Of our ac-
quaintance," she observed with tan
talizing smile.
u do" was the grim retort. Il know
more than you thlnk-more, perhaps
than you know yourself. Shall hold
the hetraying mirror up before your
1.-THE mirror Of truth? God forbid !.
Who of uscwould dare face t?' she
protested Slim smiling hut with gen
ulne ALARM yNow do let me run along
and send off the messages. must not
loter here talking. You are forgetting
that you're ILL., The next you know
your temperature Will 90 up and Doc
tor Stetson will blame me-"
My temperature has gone up"
growled Stanley Heath. turning his
back on her and burying his face In
the pillow with the loneliness Of a
small boy.
Sylvia, meanwhile, had heard Stanley
Heath call Marcia and hailed her
aunt's departure from the kitchen as
the opportunity for which she had so
anxiously been waiting.
No sooner was the elder woman up
stairs and out of earshot than She tip
toed from her room the monogrammed
handkerchief In her pocket.
She had pried out the brick and had
the jewei-case In her hand. wrapped
and ready for It's return when CONVEX
sation overhead suddenly ceased and
she heard Marcia pass through the hall
and start down stairs.
Sylvia gasped. There was no chance
to put the package back and replace