Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1936-04-23

Wudl u bluliC WOutu w..
dis own broad grin undoubtedly ex-
plained the friendliness of the but
Ter, and he himself had fallen victim
10 the same upturning Of a pair OF
tricia Hambidge intellectually un-
til she smiled. He still resented her,
but he knew exactly how many days
1t was to Thursday.
The case against Evans was that he
never smiled.
What's the matter with Evans?"
asked the Duke, using his fork on a
morsel of sweetbread sous cloche.
Matter, sir?"
HE seems morose," said the Duke.
THE fact is, Evans wife Is very Ill,
SIR"
I'm Patchogue?"
Eyes, sir. We left her there. That's
what made us late last night"
go on"
That's about all, sir. Mrs. Evans
has been Ill some time. It's a kind
of anemia, sir. Evans didn't want to
leave her. When he found he was
coming out here-only yesterday. sir
he asked Mr.. Ridder If he could
bring Mrs. Evans. There's quite a
big room owe the garage. And Mr..
Ridder said, NO. He's we'll, he's
firm, Mr.. Ridder Is. l guess you know
that, sir. And then Evans decided to
put her up In the village for a few
days. But she was taken bad at
Patchogue, sir, and we had to leave
her at a hotel. Evans was a good
deal upset. They've only been mar
ried a few months"
Il see," said the Duke.
He thought about the matter all
through dinner.
AS he was quitting the table, evil
letts," he said, II think you'd better
tell Evans to go back to Patchogue.
and get his wife. Tonight, II she's fit
to travel. Or tomorrow morning. NV
father won't know anything about 1t,
and it seems a pity to waste that
room over the garage"
Eyes, SIR" said Willetts. "Thank
you, sir. Anything else | can do for
you, sir?"
He went on thinking about 1t be-
fore the fire.
Houses without people, and people
without houses"
Funny world!
IF l belonged here" the Duke re-
peated to himself.
The trouble with people like nv
father" he %ruminated. land Pat, Is
that they don't know what 1t is not
to have enough. They've never known
or they've forgotten. We must've ex
perienced things to have any feeling
about them. If you see a man shot
you're Mortified. But II you read abou,
fifty thousand uen killed In battle, II
doesn't mean much to you.
my father"
And, suddenly, he realized that
when he said my father" he was
thinking Of John Clarke Ridder.
For the twentieth time since the be
ginning Of this astonishing adventure
his mouth spread itself into that broad
grin.
If ! stayed here q month";" he re
fiected. I'D be calling the old mar
Dad Already. I'm calling the CIR
Pat Making myself at home-that's
what l am. Better clear out after
dinner next Thursday. Or aftel
breakfast Friday. I'm simply running
my appetite for baked beans"
Willetts interrupted his m%editations
evans would like to know II you'd
e him, SIR"
"Of course. Tell him. to come up.
He had an embarrassing ten min
utes with the chaufeur-embarrass
ing, but very heart warming. TIL,
surly Evans vas transformed. Barr,
never had seen anyone else so CRATE
full. You must have thought l wa
pretty grouchy this morning, sir, Blu
was worried sick. l kept thinkin,
how the missis looked when / lief
her last night. / didn't dare quit
on her account. If it'd been just me
Pd've starved to be with her"
There's likely to be an awful row
when my father gets home" warne,
the Duke.
"We can clear out before then" Ev
ans hesitated. "The missis ought I,
be all right In a few weeks. It's won
derful, this sea air"
when do you want to 60 for her?
II telephoned from the village. an,
the doctor thinks she'd be all RICH
to make the trip in the morning, sir.
"Tell you what well do" said tn
Duke. i've got to 60 to town to ge
some clothes and things. I'll ride witt
you to P~atchogue, and take the trail
there. You al bring Mrs. Evan
home, and III take another train GU
from New York"
Evans tried to speak, but withou
success.
That's all now. You can figure wha
train | get from Patchogue, and tel
Willetts. Good night"
At the door, Evans turned.
III get square with you for thi
some day." he said, and gulped hard
and left the room.
Gosh" unused the Duke; "Td sta.
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