The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-07-26

slim girl in a beret, swinging a tennis
racket. She was perched on the side
OF an easy chair, laughing into the
telephone. She was sitting with a
o o on her knees and her knees drawn
up, dreaming.
She drifted on through the library,
remembering, and into the dining Dom
remembering. Parties were here. Ten
year-old birthday parties. It did some
thing to you, evidently, this coming
back to visit.
May a well make it a grand tour"
There was no stopping now. She slipped
across the small hall which separated
the dining DOR from the kitchen and
pantry. If there should be any one
there-a cook, for instance, it would
be easy to say, Tn looking for the
doctor: Can you tell me when he'll
She pushed the swinging door. I'm
looking for the doctor" The words
were tumbling from her then, choked
in spite of her rehearsal, with embar-
rassment. It wasn't a cook. It was a
chauffeur, perhaps. At least he was
young and had sandy hair. He was
looking down ruefully at a steak held
gingerly by two fingers and at her
words the puzzled frown cleared from
his face. I'm looking for DR.. Witty"
she stumbled.
Tn Dr.. Witty" He wiped his hands
on something and she discovered with
a Mortified start that it was a sur
urged. Mrs. Kennedy sent you? Well,
fall upon this raw steak" He grinned.
She said she'd try to send some one
around before dinner time, but I'd
given up: Hang your coat-let's see
in this closet"
Janice hesitated for just a moment,
then let the raincOat slip from her.
Mechanically she hung it in the closet.
Her skates had hung On the same hook
tently.
els Mrs. Kennedy better?"
"She's-she's a little better this eve
ming" Janice recovered her voice. She
was to cook steak, was she? Gladly
would she have cooked a dozen steaks,
or roasted an OK, if it meant getting
her out of this. She had a moment Of
they felt.
That's good. You'll find everything"
He hesitated at the door. Just the
steak and a salad will do. Or could
you manage some French fries"
II think So" she heard her controlled
voice say.
"Your name is?"
ITS Miss Murphy. Mary Murphy"
just make it snappy." The door swung
She was smiling, however, before
long. Thank heaven she knew how to
cook a steak respectfully. She was
crushing her silent laughter into one
of Mrs. Kennedy's voluminous aprons
when the door swung open again, just
far enough this time to admit his sandy
head.
"Did-did you find everything?" he
queried namely.
Lonesome, was her quick thought.
eyes. I found everything"
You might smother it a bit with
onions, if you can find any," He was
hopeful.
It'll look, DOCTOR"
Thanks. Thanks, Mary. You're a
"A sapphire, I'd say" He wa looking
at her. He discovered that he was
looking at her, and stopped abruptly.
The door swung again, but it was a
moment before his footballs sounded in
the hall.
Lonesome, of course, she considered.
And small wonder, rafting about in
G1Ilo SOllO VIZ llOQSS, WILL olly d MID.
Kennedy, perhaps, a silent, morose Mrs.
Kennedy moving about on heavy feet.
Though why he should be lonesome
with-let's see-with Lee Richman at
hand, with Beth Ryder and Marjorie
Tate ready to pounce with coral tinted
nails upon anything in the nature of
a new man. But perhaps he didn't
know about them, or-to phrase it
more logically-perhaps they didn't
know him.
It was no concern of hers. The thing
to do was to get out of here as quickly
as possible. Her hands moved swiftly.
But in the meantime there was some
thing satisfying about this. too-some-
thing to hug close to her. Moving
about in the old kitchen.
"Oh, dear!" She pushed her hair back
then. There were footsteps in the hall
again.
There was an air of purpose about
him this time. He came all the way
in and seated himself companionably
on a green kitchen stool. He lighted
a cigaret, regarding her.
"A very base and ignoble motive
brings me out here, Mary" he said.
He shielded a match with one hand
and in the light his face was enthusi-
astic and young. II want to crow
about myself to some n and there
isn't any n to to. You can see