The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-08-02
BY Brooke Hanlon

They're having that new doctor. and
Ken will drive in for YOU"
oh, good h~eavens!"
What, dear?"
mo, mother. No, no, no, and again
no. I'm too tired. My head aches. I
feel appendicitis coming on, and dizzy
What in the world are you laughing
at, Janice?"
Life, darling. Just life"
That was one of the aspects of the
case she hadn't thought of. OF course
he'd get to know people and Of course
the people he got to know would be
vista of years during which she'd have
to find out who was to be there before
she'd dare 60 any place, and laughed
harder.
Don't mind me, mother. Come on,
We'll eat, and do a picture" 49,
"All right her mother sighed: Il
do hate to see you cutting yourself off
so. Did you see your letters?"
mo" Janice opened it idly. "Dinge
Barley will be here next week." she
said, reading. She waited for her own
matter. They've sold the house and
he has to sign papers. He"-she looked
back at the letter-"hopes he'll see
something of me-"
Dinge was thinner, more compact
than she'd remembered him. His shoul-
ders were narrower. The club was just
the club. Heathbrook never changed.
if it was six months or six years be-
tween visits. Lee Richmond had her
talonS on a new man, dug up from
some place. Her hand, seen against his
black back, dancing, seemed to clutch.
IT came back to see If you were as
sweet as ever, and you're sweeter."
1.-THE old line, Dinge."
Don't tell me I haven't polished up
a little"
But you were born smooth"
Howdy Wright took her away from
Dinge, and Martin Worth took her
from Howdy.
But she was taken from Marty.
ITO take up where we left off, Mary"
a voice said.
She was certainly dancing and there
fore couldn't have been as weak as she
felt.
"You see I hadn't kissed any one, not
any one, for a year and a half"
It was smooth dancing. Easy, sure
of itself.
II found myself, there in Baltimore,
on the verge of turning into a wine,
woman and song artist. Wine, women
and song, and a drink to steady my
hand in the morning. So I took coun-
sci with myself. Cut it out, Nicholas,
His voice was nice, as nice as she'd
What has all this to do with me?"
Her voice was cool, disinterested.
Everything. We come to that. So
I hunched down over the old micro
scopes and scalpels. When you see a
girl what has the look of Mrs. Witty
about her, Whit old son, I advised,
step right up and"
Aren't you going too fast?" she MUIR
INJURED.
mot half as fast as those birds who
had you before. I've been watching
Mary"
She looked up. 1t vas perfectly OBJ
vious, of course, why Dinge's shoulders
had seemed narrow, why the shoulders
of most men would have seemed mar
row. Their voices flat. Their move
mentS ineffective.
DR.. Nicholas Witty was a man who
seemed to know where he was going.
even on a dance floor. He was a good
man to get away from as quickly as
possible, perhaps. She had evidently
a Photographic memory, and it was
queer about that. It was queer, too, the
way she seemed to have come alive in
the past five minutes. That and an in
clination to laugh immoderately, hap
PLY. must be squelched:
| Mary?"
I'm looking about wildly for some
one to cut ill.," she confessed.
II have a better idea. Let's both
look about wildly for a place we can
talk"
"But you seem to be doing splendid
IT haven't even started. Believe me,
Mary: AS soon as I've finished ex-
planning why I kissed you the last time
I have to start building up to kissing
you the next time. I've been a half
hour planning it, over there by the
wall. Be nice, Mary. Where do they
cars?"
For kissing?"
Never. Never, darling, until you
say so. I somehow knew you were go
how saw you in this dress, even under
Mrs. Kennedy's apron. Where, Mary?"
well, we might stroll out through
these DOORS" French doors had ap-
peared magically, right at their should
ers. "Unobtrusively, you know" Dinge
was looking for her now. It would be
stupid to 60 back to Dinge just nov
And she really had things to explain.
If a moment of sanity should happen,
she'd begun her explaining.
"Unobtrusively does it." He had her
out. where next?"
She hesitated. Perhaps it was time
to be sane. 1.-The next step is to stroll
out to the first tee and back" she heard
herself say. 1T has been done. Not
even Mrs. Braithwaite objects"
LET me hear her objecting. You're