The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-04-26

Hes mostly a imaginary person." -,
90! Then I needn't be jealS OF him.
II wish they could hear you say
"They?" -.
"Ruffin and Cochran-and Gorrell
and Minge."
"Par'n me. I'm probably not quite
plain'n?"
%, they're just four men that want
to be husbands of mine"
How quaint! Can a lady really
have four husb'n's out here. smul-
simulta-all at once?"
90 course not! I mean all four Of
'em want to be husband of mine"
"Wouldn' at be a bit thick?"
What I'm driving at is: there's four
men in love with me-"
"Only four? Aren' there any more
men'n at around here?"
This was so unbearably delicious that
she had to start the car. This gave him
the sensation of being carried off to
parts unknown by a oma intent on
marriage-the very danger he had fled
from.
When he was sober Oglesby loved his
bachelorhood and vowed to retain it.
But alcohol was to him an irresistible
love potion. Whenever his head began
to swim his heart swung toward the
nearest female, and Mrs. Marjorie Tyd-
ings oftenest managed to be that fe-
male. She had been married once or
twice and had selected Oglesby as the
victim of her next experiment.
He went so far with Marjorie n
bibulouS evening as to agree on a
wedding date. He actually had to leave
town to escape her. He took along
In his suitcase a supply of his favorite
antidote for misanthropy, and as the
westbound express reached the Great
American desert he reached the state
began as usual to yearn for woman's
companionship. Unable to sleep he
went back to the observation platform
to let the night wind fondle his paid
brow. The sight of the miles Keeling
away to the rea and increasing his
distance from Marjorie increased her
spell upon him and at last he re-
solved to drop off at the next station
and take the first train back.
An opportune hot box caused the
brief stopping of the train in the black
mid-desert. While the trouble was be-
ing repaired Oglesby, forgetting all
about his baggage, picked up one of
the platform chairs, climbed overheard,
and dropped off unnoticed.
Breathing deep of freedom and con-
graduating his grand old brain or its
wisdom, he set his chair by the side of
the track and settled down to wait the
next homeWard express, expecting to
stop it with a royal gesture as one calls
a taxicab.
Hours passed and the sun took a
violent personal dislike to him. Hav-
ing nothing else to drink, he drank
from his flask. Only the providence
that seems to take particular care Of
those who trust it enough to get drunk
saved him from being fried alive before
Hattie happened along.
In the fog Of liquor she looked like
a rescuing angel and he pleaded:
20 fayre ladye-spelt, please with
VS. and e's-isn't there some way I
en- repay you for your divine assist
Through the clouds broke the light
ming OF a terrifying question:
"Alas, ladye fayre, I'm still an old
maid"
II hope you like it better'n I do.
your name amt Harold by any mis-,
my names Galahad-by a terrific
mistake: My poor mother made it.
Tha's why I call m'self John G. Ogles-
BY. I keep the G. as a memento of nv
secret"
"You bet I won't. Would you mind if
I introduced you as Harold Snowden?",
"Yo9 en- cal me 1ngeborg Sweden
well III call you Harold snowden,
I better explain why. It's kind of COM
plicated. You see, my names Hattie
Whitney,"
Hattie Whitney, eh? wha' beau
full name for mos beaufI lady"
Jaw, go on! My father and me keep
the general store at Hot Eye"
"Hah Eye?"
Pop and me sell gasoline, oil, groc-
cries: board. lodging, and we're special
"Beaufl!"
ever since a little after I was born,
pops been a widowe. and glad of it. I
wouldn't mind bein' a wilder but I
been a spinSter long enough"
We'll, anyways, this Snowden writes
me letters ever now and then, recon-
mendin' some new merchandise-one
day I got so mad at those four galoots
settin' on the front porch of pops store
and watchin' me grow old that I made
up a story about Harold Snowden be-
IN crazy about me and writin' hot let
tiers and sayin' he was comm out to
make me marry him. And I'd show 'em
the envelopes where it said his name on
EN-. At first 1t seemed to stimulate a
little excitement. The boys said if he
come out and tried to carry me off
they'd shoot him. Would you mind
gettin' shot at?"
For you I'd face artillery
q, I don't guess they'd bother much
out here any more. Most of the shoot
In nowadays is done on east by gang
sters and in the movies. I don't be-
1eve you'd be runnin' any real risk If
I 1nterduced you as Harold Snowden
n said you'd come to make me marry
you"
At this Harold nearly leaped out in
to the heat, but Hattie and the car ran
on too fast for escape,
"Of course, I won't hold you to it."
This assurance was far from reas-
surfing. So his all-loving liquor had
led him Into another trap! He had fled