Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1936-03-05

There wal nothing more to be said.
Heath bowed once again and the
two men walked down to the ioat
where they clambered with the luggage
into Elisha's dory and put out Into the
channel.
Sylvia loitered to wave her hand
and watch them row away. but Mar
cia, as II unable to bear the sight.
waited for no further farewell
But by noon she was, to outward ap-
%pearances, entirely herself. She had
not been able, to be sure. to Danish her
pallor or the traces Of sleeplessness /:
but she had her emotions sufficiently
under control to talk pleasantly. II not
gaily.
That day and the mex passed In
much the same strained fashion.
1t was not until the third morning
that the barriers between the two COL
apsed.
Marcia had gone into the living
room to write a letter. She sat down
before the desk and started to take up
her pen when Sylvia heard her utter
a cry.
whats the matter, dearr' called
the girl. hurrying into the other room.
As Sylvia came nearer. Marcia
bowed her head upon the desk and be-
gan to sob as II her heart would break.
"Oh, how could he |" moaned the
woman. How could he be 20 cruel |"
what has happened, Marciar
"Stanley-he has left a check
money-thrown 1t In my facet And
did 1t so ghdly-because l loved him.
he knew that. Yet he could leave
thls-pay meas If l we're 4 common
servant. l had rather he struck me-
a hundred times rather"
The girl took the check.
1t vas filled u In Stanley Heath's
clear. strong hand and was for the sum
Of a hundred dollars.
How detestable Of himl !" she ex-
claimed. Tell me, Marcia-what hap
pened between you and MI. Heath
You Quarreled-of l know that.
But why-whyi I have not wanted
to ask. but now"
"rll tell you everything, Sylvia. I'd
rather you knew. l thought at first
could keep 1t to myself, but I cannot.
I need you to help me, DEAR"
Marcia unfolded the story Of her
blind faith in Stanley Heath her love
for him-a love she could neither re-
slst nor c0ntrol-a love she had known
from the first to be hopeless. She
confessed how she had struggled to
conceal her feelings; how he himself
had resisted a similar attraction in
her; how at last he had discovered
her secret and forced her to betray It.
"Of course l realized we could not
go on" she explained bravely. THAT
we loved one another was calamity
enough. All that remained was for
him to go away and forget me-return
to his wife, his home, and his former
life. Soon. If he honestly tries, this
i%nfatuation will pass and everything
will be as before. Men forget more
easily than women. Absence, too, will
help"
"And you, MarciaT
II cannot give up my love. 1t is all
| have now. Oh, / do not mean to
mourn over 1t, pity myself, make life
unhappy. Instead, I shall be glad,
thankful. You will see. This expert.
ence will make every day of living
richer. You need have no fears for
me, Sylvia. You warned me, you
know" concluded she with a pathetic
little smile.
Il was a brute! l ought to have
shielded you MORE" the girl cried,
II could have, had / realized. Well, !
can yet do something, thank heaven.
Give me that check"
"What do you mean to do?"
Return 1t, of course-return 1t be.
fore Stanley Heath leaves town. III
take it over to Elisha Winslow's now,
this minute"
II wonder-yes, probably that will
be best. You won't, / suppose, be
allowed to see Stanley" speculated she
timldly. IF you should"
"Well?"
Don't say anything harsh, Sylvia
Please do not blame him, Or"
an wiring his neck |" was the EN-
phatlc retort.
"Oh, please-please dear-for mJ
sakel | can't let you go II you go In
that spirit" pleaded Marcia In alarm
There, there-you need not worry
for fear shall maltreat your Romeo
richly as he deserves it." was the re
Spouse. 81 could kill hlm-but | won'
because Of you. Nevertheless,
warn you that II l get the chance
shall tell him what l think of him
He Is terribly to blame and ought t.
realize IT. No married man has AM
business playing round with another
woman"
Il am ! " afraid to let you 20
Sylvia"
"You don't trust me? Don't you be
lleve l love you?"
81 an afraid you love me too much
dear"
II do love you, Marcia. | neyeI
dreamed could care so intensely To-
anyone ! have known for so short