The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-04-23

A RECKLESS ERt AND
AVERTS A MATRIMONIAL
CATASTROPHE.
"HE CAR swung fast around z
looked as if they would 60 right
over the edge, smashing through
the tops Of the pine trees be-
low. Jean, on the back seat, clutched
instinctively at Georges arm. That's
they went over the top at the curve.
I'm a fool to say I'll do it, she told
herself miserably. It won't do any
good. You can't make a person love
you by pretending to be different from
what you are. You can't make your
self into a big horse of an outdoor
girl just by wanting to. Any sane
woman knows that. But-how can you
be sane when you're all one big ache
inside?
George" she couldn't make her voice
sound natural, II think I'll"
But George wasn't listening. He was
leaning forward, as he had been all
the way up from Garmisch to hear
what Avis French was saying. That was
the way with Avis. She could drive her
car God knows how many miles an
hour over these icy mountain roads and
still absorb all the attention of George
and young Dick Lawrence on the seat
beside her.
George" said Jean a little louder,
I'D like to make a run with you on
the bob this morning."
He turned and looked down at her
incredulouSly.
But, darling" he said, ARE you sure
that you want to-" The runs fast as
smoke today. Nothing but glare ice. I
should think for your first try"
Grand" said Jean. Voice still queer.
It'll be thrilling"
robe his hand found hers and squeezed
it gently.
Jean chung to his fingers. For a mo-
ment she almost felt that things were
alright between them, the way they
used to be. She blinked her eyes to
keep the tears back. George saw and
looked away uncomfortably.
The car took a final curve and
stopped by the frozen surface of the
RieserSee.
When Jean flung off the robe the
cold descended upon her like a douche
of icy water. The snow lay deep and
powdery under the pines that climbed
the slopes. It covered every wrinkle of
the bare rocks far above and even chung
to the steep cragS of the Zugspitze
whose peak hung there remote in the
sky. springing up from it's glacier bed.
She shivered with a sudden intense
longing for warm sand and hot sun
shine, places where people were safe
and comfortable instead Of racing down
these horrible slopes on sledS or ski.
On the ship coming over she had Sug-
gested that they spend part of their
holiday at st. Tropez and George had
agreed-had even tried to sound en-
~I~ IL DID -@~ &1@,,bl
met Avis French there'd been no more
talk of the Riviera. Now Jean "a
afraid to mention it for fear he'd say,
why don't you go, darling? I'll join
you there later"
She looked at him standing beside
Avis. Perhaps that was the sort of
woman he should have married. A big,
tawny, healthy cat. Simply shrieking
vitality. Perhaps she ought to 20 away
and let him
Never. She wasn't going to give up.
Not if it killed her. Shed be a polar
bear OF a speed demon Or
Jean wants to make the run too,"
said George.
"Splendid," said Avis. She had a way
of looking at you as if she'd completely
forgotten your existence but was glad
to have it called to her attention. We'll
all take the four-man bob down. Dickie
Dickie?"
Of curse Dickey would. Any one of
the DickieS and FritZes ana HenriS
that swarmed around Avis would jump
through hoops if she told them to.
Apparently the sun never set on Avis
male encourage. She progressed riot
ously through the seasons-skiing and
bobbing at Garmisch or st. Moritz,
yachting at Cowes, shooting in Scot
land. Wherever she appeared, the pro-
WAS q h1fsha nd somemhara alamo tho