Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-09-07

thing. He might leave her and rAds
away with the sporting set. never &c
return. Several times she thougat II
going 60 the editor--he had raknaT 8
sour looking face, she thouaiat-nDd
asking him 10 withdraw that terrible
But she let the days drift By. she
dreaded 20 visit the Echo again: theFe
was something SO knowing about flm&
edttnx. And 3 deep. morbid curiosity
forced her 10 wait and see how Shadow
Rock was taking It.
But they weren't taking It at al, as
Tar as siae could make out. Two we@kS
three weeks went BY. and the total re-
suit was nothing. just that NO Saliy
Fitch, no Hilda OElethorps disturbed
the telephone 10 ask dear CIvde e re-
vels here and there Mabel went CA
pretending that she despised them. that
she'd be bored TO death with them.
But sometimes there came 20 her ths
hankering Of the paTiah, an irrftahAe
wtsh 20 be IN when you are out. Maybe
she hadn't been quite honest with
Clyde when she said that she hated
parties. They had played twosoms too
long. Shadow Rock was getting on her
nerves.
A nervous peace had settled on the
cottage, broken only by q crying baby
and musical colored gardener Mabel
began to hope that she didn't talk ia
her sleep. Why had she written that
Shadow Rock what she wanted 20 tell
them, she had managed to brand Clyde
as gate crashing fool, person to
shun.
Clyde was hard to fathom. too. He
had s4svs4ss usrrs11esE
and taken out his Roman history. |
There was bravado IN the way he kept |
Insisting during their long evenings |
together, that he was really resting for |
the first time IN years. BE protested |
too much. This Is a fine let-dOwn.
he'd yewn. Perfectly grand let-down." /
Then he'd go to bed and smoke Gig
arets. Or IN their romantic, If somewhat
m0notonous walks up the hill, 70 see
the sunset, he'd keep repeating maudlini
things about how fine 1t was to have
8 second honeymoon. Like man
spouting poetry through force pump.
why don't you get a horse and
ride somewhere and pick up some OF
your friendS2" she'd suggest, almost
scoldingly. But Clyde would merely
yawn and say that the climate was
getting him. He'd rather sleep. Mabel
began to realize how people in quaran-
Inc feel about one another.
Because that wicked advertisement
vas no longer appearing In the Echo
he no longer read the sheet. But IN
Ter dreams she cringed away from
unny looking headlines, jumping out
It her like mischievous gnomeS. Then
he would console herself with the
ophistry, all's well that ends well The :
lily c. II. B. notice hadn't done any
Hrerv, fgirr<go Fs.f4rt4
lot Of fluffy women who didn't seem
o interest him any more.
Such were Mabel's tangled, reflec-
Ions until one morning Clyde, who =
lad been down for the mail, came l
ack; even from a distance she saw the +
threatening grin on bis face. He was Q
lourishing a newspaper Mabels heart
Jumped twice, stopped, bumped again.
or IL was the Echo he was nourishing 8
he publication he had hitherto refus- g
! to read. 2
"Wen. Mabel" he shouted, murder =
i'll out You can't hide your sins un- II
sr bushel-not in this town" 8
Murder? Sins?" She looked wildly o
p the road. down the road. seeking y
'Didn't you tell me that Shadow =
,ock likes lonesome hlfsbands?" he
sked accusingly. well they've got la
ne now. Look at this"
He thrust the Echo into her hands. Il
izzily she read:
MRS. BYRNE SEEKS DIVORCE. d
Then Mabel's shaky eyes took in q
raps Of information, written with 8 81
rt of editorial relish, she thought: q
Mrs. Charles Bryne, who Is visiting *
emo, has announced through her law 81
ars her intention OF bringing suit for
vorce against her husband, the prom h.
ent attorney. Of Pittsburgh and W
hadow Rock alleges mental
uelty, consisting Of and alleges