The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-03-12

the Rockies-it was Aunt K who
checked supplies and equipment be-
lore the start. What ever Pat did,
Aunt K made sure it was done with
junction; that the part she played.
The headlines never cried her name.
When now they came to the waiting
car, Alice drove, and Pat and Mary
crowded into the front seat beside her,
n Aunt sat, as a matter of course,
with the bags behind. She was tired;
but across the marshes the fog was
heavy now, and Alice drove with a
casual ~inattention, talking busily. So
Aunt K watched the road, ready if
need arose to utter a warning word .
But non proved necessary. Alice by
some miracle avoided ever the risk
house down toward the beaches. Alice
said cheerfully:
Come ON in to the fire. I'm frozen.
The men will get the bags"
She and Pat and Mary did go in;
but Aunt K stayed as a matter of
course to follow the luggage upstairs.
Alone in their rooms, the bags I'M
packed, she lay down for a while, sure
she would not be missed. The trip
had tired her terribly. She thought
with a faint bitterness that it had
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typical of Patio risk both their lives
for the sake of a few extra hours
here with Roger Conant. He was the
current hero of the air, not by any
spectacular achievement, but by virtue
of a sound and orderly accomplish
ment. This young mamie was in his
Later thirties, of independent means
had financed and organized a sched-
uled transatlantic mail service by the
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route six times without mishap. The
public which at first received his ven
ture with the bored indifference created
by a long series of transatlantic flights
by publicity seekers willing to gamble
their lives against book and lecture
rights and a vaudeville contract, had
been brought to a slow sound pitch
of real enthusiasm.
Aunt K thought she would like to
discuss with Conant-if they ever had
a moment together-some of the de-
tails of what he had done. But OF
course Pat would monopolize him if
she could, and Pat, vivid, charming
beautiful, could always monopolize any
man she chose.
Pat came upstairs presently to make
ready for lunch; and Aunt K asked:
m rMelt; IS Re as charming as you re-
1.-The brute isn't even here" Pat
confessed. HE went to town to see
a man about a horse or something
Can you imagine that? Knowing !
was coming! I'll make him pay for
that, and pay and pay, the wretch
She added l%aughingly: Hes due for
lunch. What shall I wear?"
They descended presently, Pat, as
stopped in the door of the living room.
a little dismayed by momentary i'm
preston that the room was full OF
people. Old Mrs. Rand she knew, and
Dan Rand, who "a Alice'S husband
| Alice was introducing the two strange
men to Pat. With a sense of climax
Alice introduced Bob Walters first
and then Conant.
But, of course, you two don't need
an Introduction" she remembered.
Aunt K had expected to see a DASH
ing figure, but Roger Conant proved
to be a small, boyish man, his hair
a little thin and with a hint of red
in it that suggested pugnacity and
contradicted his sensitive mouth. Pat
shook him by the hand and cried
challengingly:
all! Alice says you were sure I
II assumed you wouldn't" he cor
rected. This is bad flying weather.
Mighty risky"
I'm surprised at you," she profess
ted, smiling. Aren't you the man who
has proved that planes can run on
schedule? Do your planes stay on the
ground for a little fog?"
There's a difference" he told her,
not at all alphabetically. I'VE are
equipped for it and we have a reason
for doing it. It's ridiculous to risk your
life inst nl1t Nf StJ1hh0rnaSc
Alice hastily interviewed. There,
don't fight yeti" she cried. Lunch is
ready. Come" Then as they turned
toward the door she saw Aunt Z and
added: "Oh Roger, this is Miss Den
ming, Pats Aunt"
Aunt K nodded. So did he. Then