Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1936-01-02

LNciyuiiHS safe Win me. 10 nor
worry. Marooned on Cape Cod with
cold. Nothing serious. Home soon.
Love. Stanley"
Got thatY'
"Yes."
Had something gone out Of her
voice? The monosyllable was fiat.
colorless. Heath looked at her. Even
her expression was different-or did
he merely imagine it7
Perhaps l would better just glance
over the message before you send it
simply to make sure it's right"
LET me copy 1t first" she objected.
Copy 1t? Nonsense! What for?
Nobody's going to see It."
He reached for the paper.
Still she withheld 1t.
whats the trouble?"
1T isn't written we'll enough. I'd
rather copy It,"
"Why?"
ITS wobbly. I-I-perhaps my
hands were cold"
You're not chilly?"
"No-oh, no."
IF the room is cool you mustn't stay
here"
ut isn't I'm not cold at ALL"
"Will you let me take the telegram
She placed 1t in his hand.
ut is shaky. However, that's Of no
consequence. since you are to phone
Western Union. Now, If you truly
are not cold, I'd like to dictate a Sec
ondswire."
"All right"
This one is for Currier," he said.
"Mr. James Currier. The Biltmore,
New York City. Safe on Cape with
My Lady. Shall return with her later.
Motor here at once, bringing whatever
l need for indefinite stay.
STANLEY c. Heath"
Got thatf"
80. K.,' nodded Marcia.
This time, without hesitation, she
passed him the paper.
This, l see, Is your normal hand
writing" he commented as he placed
the messages side by side.
Taking up the sheets. he studied
them with interest.
Hadn't better go and get off the
messages?" suggested Marcia, rising
%nervously. The station might be
closed. Often 1t Is, at noontime."
ut doesn't matter If they don't, &c
until afternoon"
but there might be some slip"
He glanced at her with his keen
eyes.
whats the matter?"
"Matter?"
"Yes, with you? All of a sudden
you've turned easterly."
Have II" Lightly, she laughed
81 probably have caught the habit from
the sea. Environment does influence
character, psychologists say"
Nevertheless, you are not tickle"
How do you know? You know ar
amazing amount about me, seems Il
me. considering the length of our ac
quaintance," she observed with q tan
tmalizing smile.
81 do" was the grim retort. 81 know
more than you think-more, perhaps
than you know yourself. Shall ] hole
the betraying mirror up before your
THE mirror of truth? God forbid
Who of us would dare face it?" sht
protested, still smiling but with gen
uine alarm. Now do let me run alont
and send off the messages. | must no
loiter here talking. You are forgetting
that you're i'll. The next you know
your temperature will go up and Doc
tor Stetson will blame me-"
MY temperature has gone up,
growled Stanley Heath, turning hi
back on her and burying his face II
the pillow with the loneliness of
small boy.
Sylvia, meanwhile, had heard STANLEY
Heath call Marcia and hailed he.
aunt's departure from the kitchen a
the opportunity for which she had ST
anxl0usly been waiting.
No sooner was the elder woman I'D
stairs and out of earshot than she tip
toed from her room, the monogramme
handkerchief in her pocket.
She had pried out the brick and ha'
the jewel-case In her hand, wrappe,
and ready for its return when conve
sation overhead suddenly ceased AM
she heard Marcia pass through the hal
and start down stairs.
Sylvia gasped. There was no chanc
to put the package back and replac