Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-08-28
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BY MAUDE WILLIAMSON
, Published By Special Arranrsment with IN
ChicaEo Tribune-New YORK News Syndicate
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Copyright 1887 BY Maude williamson
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO
He could have swung out and hurle,
old Ware, whose thinning hair leYelle,
his shoulder, straight through tina
plate glass window. II almost made hin
laugh. But not quite. Because he di,
not hurl impeccable gentlemen through
plate glass windows, when Christina
came on wednesday. You jimmied YOU
hand.
Glad to know you. sir. Won't yot
! join us?"
You gave yourself a thrill by pulling
up chair for the old buzzard- It wa.
( like offering Nick Ware a cane.
4 Mr.. Ware smiled.
You knOW-thiS little friend o.
/ yours can be developed into something
real, McHenry, If she works. She ha,
a certain" there was pause. "a
! certain elfin quality, which we fine
/ too rarely in the theater nowadays
Yeah" Mac said, glaring at Deb
"a little elf in Sequins."
The party did not last long after
that. MIR. Ware made but one further
reference to Deb's professional prog
ress.
Deb may understudy Delight Vale
ButzWel wait and see"
Sure, Mac thought. Wait and see
what2 Deb wouldn't have any more
talent month from tonight than she
had right now, would she? The whole
setup was sort Of phony, come to think
OF 1t. Somebody ought to put Deb wise.
But that somebody wouldn't be Fletch-
er McHenry.
I'm pretty tired" Deb said, when
Mr.. Ware had gone.
Slowly they walked through the
Waldorf lobby, unmindful Of its beauty.
Just couple of well-bred youngsters,
returning from a party somewhere.
before either spoke. With a dozen uni
formed automatons, who after all had
ears, as kind of audience for their
farewells.
An elevator door closed. Silently.
There was no Deb =.
Did you ever try to study during a
holiday season? Have you ever sat in
a house made diStracting by it's silence,
and attempted to concentrate on
books?
Then you know how much Mac &C
compliShed that week.
He began to wish he had not told
the little nurse he would meet her
Thursday night.
Don't come If it's too cold" he had
warned her. you'll catch your death"
Perhaps Mac would not have phoned
Deb, had not the Sig house been so
shadowy at twilight. He himself
scarcely knew why he was calling. He
was too young to remember that men
enjoy a cocktail better when the real
problem of their day has been safely
pigepn-holed. He imagined he was "giv-
ing Deb a break"
Hello, funny. I called up early, for
fear you'd be at the theater. Did you
get my letters2"
'Uh-huh," Deb answered. But her
voice didn't sound right.
ooh, you got them? How's the show?
Are you starring yet?"
I'm not in it. Deb replied. II fell
down"
Mac couldn't help laughing; the
"Where'd you fall? On the stage?"
The ether chilled mo, smarty. I
slipped and fell on the sidewalk COM
ing back to the hotel"
wen, gosh" Mac said, "thatl
shouldn't bust up your career. Where
was old Nickie birds carp Did he kick /
you out because you fell down? Maybe /
now you'll trust Geraldinel"
The feud was on.
you're very kind" Deb said, "but |
Is it happens, Mr.. Ware did not kick
me out Your English is super superb.
It may interest you to know that Mr..
Ware Is afraid Of water on the knee
hats disease-and I'm taking
weeks rest, with pay"
Mac was as breathless as she when
The finished.
Listen, funnyface, suppose run
you're a little late asking" Deborah
old him sereneIy. "And besides, you
wouldn't have good time
"Why?"
Because Mr.. Ware has invited
Betty and Malva and me to party
n his suite, when they get back from
he theater. And were going 70 nave
trawberry mousse. Now go ahead and
Mac did. He laughed so hard and
% long that he scarcely heard Deb
ay goOdby. He was still laughing when
le got to Jake's cafe.
After the warmth Of Jake's, the night
vas poison. All day rain had frozen as
t fell; the streets were icy.
MAC ClOugQb nd11iy OF MARY n
lurse would know better than to ven
ure out in a night like this. But Mary
anne to the stadium. At exactly 10
o'clock.
Leaning against lamp post, Mac
aw her crossing the street. Look out, -
le mumbled. HYouu fall down and
ct water on the knee" He hiccupped.
And you haven't any nice Mr.. Ware
0 look after you. Poor little Mary.
She Stood before him. I'm glad
cure here, Mac" Dark eyes eager.
/ had an awful time tonight-getting
The girl was looking back, In the
ERECTION OF the hospital. An older man
yould have sensed the tempest within
er. Buy me a drink, Mac"
Mac steadied himself against the
ost. "Okay, Mary: where? Wanna go
) Jake's? Poor III Mary tn be
mo-" she said. Hastily. mot there.
Rather ride? Huh? I'll get my car
Swell night for ride Ele-