Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-07-27

NO, mother. No. no, no, and agat
no. I'm too tired Ny head aches.
feel appendicitis coming on. and dizz
! spells"
: What in the world are you laughin
at Janice7n
Life. darling. Just nfe."
That was one Of the aspects Of th
, case she hadn't thought Of. OF coalrs
! he'd get 10 know people and OF cor,s
the people he got 20 know would b
her friends. She looked down q lont
vista Of years during which she'd hav.
% lind out who was 70 be there befors
shed dare 30 any place. and laughed
harder.
Don't mind me, mother. Come ON
wen eat and do a picture"
"A1 right her mother sighed. =
do hate TO see you cutting yourself of
50. Did you see your ietters?"
NO." Janice opened iG idly. sDinge
Barkley win be here next week" She
said, reading. She waited for her own
reaction, but none came. It just didn't
matter. They've sold the house and
he has TO sign papers. He"-she looked
back ct the letter hopes hen see
something of me-"
Dinge was thinner, more compact
e@-@~A SIT ~ Lf4H
ders we're narrower. The club was inst
the club. Heathbrook never changed.
Il It was six months OF six years be-
tween visits. Lee Richmond had her
talonS on new man, dug up from
some place. Her hand, seen against his
black back, dancing, seemed to clutch.
Il came back to see If you were as
sweet as ever, and you're sWeeter."
The old line, Dinge"
Don't tell me haven't polished up
little"
''But you were born smooth"
Howdy Wright took her away from
Dinge, and Martin Worth took her
from Howcy.
But she was taken from Marty.
TO 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 4
you see I hadn't kissed any one, not
any one, for a year and q half"
It was smooth dancing. Easy, sure
of itself.
Il 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,
my lad a Silly voice seemed to say"
His voice was nice, as nice as she'd
remembered. Had she? OF course.
What has all this to do with me?"
Her voice was cool, disinterested.
Everything. We come to that. So
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, advised,
step right up and"
Aren't you going too fast?" she mur-
nured.
MOT half as fast as those birds who
lad you before. I've been watching
'ou, you see, for half hour. Look up,
dary."
She looked UP. It was perfectly OBJ
1ous, of course, why Dinges shoulders
ad seemed narrow, why the shoulders
most men would have seemed mar
ow. Their voices flat. Their move
tents ineffective.
DIR. Nicholas Waitty was a man who
eemed to know where he was going.
ven on dance floor. He was good
ian to get away from as quickly as
oss1ble, perhaps. She had evidently
Photographic memory, and It was
leer about that. 1t was queer, too. the
le past five minutes. That and an In
nation to laugh immoderateIy, hap
~, must be Squelched.
What are you thinking about,
ary?"
I'm looking about wildly for some
le to cut in" she confessed.
i have a better idea. Let's both
Ok about wildly for place we can
but you seem to be doing splendid =
Il haven't even started. Believe me
ary. AS soon as I've finished ex-
aiming why kissed you the last time
have to start building up to kissing
u the next time. I've been q half
ur planning 1t, over there by the
VI. Be nice, Mary. Where do they
IKE to around here? To the parked
rs?"
For klssingP"
Never. Never, darling, until you
So. somehow knew you were go
! TO look like this in black. / some
" saw you in this dress, even under
s. Kennedy's apron. Where, Mary2"
Well, we might stroll out through
,Se DOORS" French doors had ap-
lred magically, right at their should
. sUnobtrusively, you know" DinRe
S looking for her now. It would be
ptd TO 60 back to Dinge Just now.
d she really had things 20 explain.
q moment Of sanity should happen,
ID begun her explaining.
Unobtrlfsively does it, He had her
Where next2"
he hesitated. Perhaps It was time
be sane. THE next step is to stroll
to the first tee and back" she heard
self say. "It has been done. Not
q Mrs. Braithwaite objects"
Let me hear her objecting. You're
nd, Mary. You're grand
really have an explanation to
1e," she began determinedly, on the
IN.
Maryl With this moOn?"
Even with this moon" She tilted
head and half closed her eyes and
led at it dreamily. 1T was the
0s."
tulips for luck"
I'm Janice Campp" Not that that
ned to matter, here on the moon
ded golf course. Shed as soon
2 been Mary Murphy.
You're Mary. I won't have you