Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-03-06

4 wonder II Mas listening to the New
Year whoOpee2 No, Of course not. She's
prayin'
"Sayl I like to dance with you. but
my throat thinks we're couple Of
camels out for an eight-day romp.
She led Bob from the floor to the
special table the head waiter always
/ could find for Mr.. Hastings and his
I friends" Another bottle-and then,
another table in another spot. Next
| stop Harlem.
start for Awbany and III shay when
70 stop. Go up the Awbany Posh Road f"
! Bob stumbled into the cab. Maize had
not realized how tight he was. She
had been going easy" on drinks all
7 through the Harlem sequence because
she wanted to be herself on this great
adventure.
Listen, B. B." (She had christened
him big and beautiful" between gulps
and giggle water) You just tuck
yourself back IN the corner and sleep
1t off little, will you? 1 want you
TO recognize me when we meet up
state"
Recognise your III be RICH with
you He CROPPED for her, but M,aizie
slid to her corner Of the cab as he
sank back into his. empty armed.
You're wonnerful." he mumered. "Juz
made for love, an you're right, sweet.
III JUS sleep a little" He sat up UNI
steadily, long enough to add, but
wake me up at OShlnin. You don know
where our love mesh is" he chuckled,
i only know when 1 see our love
neSh-I only know" Whatever else he
knew was his secret in sleep.
Harlem was left behind, blinking Mt
the first dawn of 1887. The trees along
the Motor Parkway welcomed 1t with
nuttering leaves.
Maize had never shared a taxi with
a sleeping partner before. She sud-
denly felt cold-and very lonely. "See
If there's any whOopee left on the ra-
do" she leaned forward The driver
was staring relentlessly ahead. IN
c1dentally, Happy New Year to you,
she added.
"Thanksl A swell way to start it,
going to Albany when want to be
home with the wife and kid" He turned
the radio switch, They don't even let
and you pick. There amt nothin' now
but records and psalm singers. any
way"
Maize was not listening to him as
she tried to tune in some sort of airy" |
company. Il want music on my road |
to ruin" AS if in answer to her |
thought, an organ responded-a rather |
breathless and wheezy organ, greeting /
the New Year with the strains OF |
Lead Kindly Light" A voice spoke
through the hum, The time now is !
exactly five O'Clock II you have by |
any chance just tuned in, you are /
to the early morning Gospel |
service"
Maizie dialed away quickly. She did
not know the realm of all night radio.
In vain, she stopped at the important
stations on the dial. They were silent. 1
Each time she passed the organ, 1t
seemed to wheeze pathetically.
The guy" was Cabling again. I'm
agine picking a job like that for the
cold gray dawn of the morning after?
Well, the dawn wasn't cold and gray
{ was beautiful, and that guy prob
ably didn't have any one to love, poor
sap! Funny, his voice sounded real
human"
Her sleeping partner in the corner
apparently hadn't noticed it; he was
breathing heavily. IF he wasn't so
beautiful, he'd be just snoring" Maize
smiled and settled hack to give the
poor sap" on the radio break. Hes
,etter than being alone"
"At the request of Mr.. F. D. in Ber
zen, N. j., I am reading this first morn
ng Of the New Year. everybody's
avorite, The sermon on the Mount
I. Matthew, chapter five"
Maize settled back more solidly to
rgue mentally, 80, Mrs F. D. stays
ID all night too-and in Bergen"
MaiZie's lips compressed as the poor
ap" continued, mo matter who you
re or wherever you are, friends,
whatever you may have done in the
ear Just passed, or whatever you plan
or the one just born, remember that
lie is with you II you want Him and
iced Him"
Hes not talking about you, B. B."
he glanced at the sleeping young man
his hair had fallen over his eyes,
is attractive mouth, which had shown
er its flair for kisses during the even
lg, was partly open now. Just tired"
faizie decided. "Geel that radio sap
YES his own voice."
CTo Be Continued