The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-10-08

in a dark silk dressing gown when his
japanese valet let her in The fierce
white lights that ringed the mirror
showed maturely handsome face, its
superbly chiselled attractiveness curl
ously enhanced by its air of dissipa-
ton.
He had been drunk when he left
the apartment, but whatever they had
done to him, he was stone-co1d sober
now. He turned to his wife with his
famous and irresistible smile. He said
-"go away Keishiro"- as the door
closed-"so you've forgiven me?"
Martha sat down on the battered
don't think all the time of what you
are doing to me. I'm worrying about
your dazzling career going back to
the Indians-dead to Broadway-a
nine days wonder sunk into oblivion
You'd care about that?" his smile
was hooking her:
rn 3 % re- I'd eares h She say his his
patrician as Caesar on an old Roman
coin-and then the pouches under the
eyes that the lights revealed with in
animate brutality. She WINGED and
turned away. Nicholas laughed yes,
it must be nice to be the wife of a
shop girls idol"
ls isn't ami that; va nisb loY Sy y0S God
Martha, I believe you do" He looked
at his wrist watch. NO time to eat in
peace if we go out. Tell Keishiro to
"Nick-you could be-
He stared at her, His eyes were
bloodshot. You say I'm not"
"Mr. Dunlap just told me you had
a show girl complex-What do lines
He laughed loudly and emptied the
flask into his glass. THAT fellow has
pretty wit"
Martha put her hand on his arm
please, Nick. don't drink it."
+ He pushed her roughly away. She
ran to the door and called softly:
The Jap came instantly. Eyes
Ma am"
I'll go out and bring something to
eat, Keishiro. You do your best with
When the curtain rang up it was
painfully obvious that the leading man
could hardly stand up on the stage
The company was watchfully nervous
improvising lines to cover mistakes
Martha could not stay and watch Nick
drive another nail in the coffin Of his
oblivion. Nor would it be any use going
back to him. He would be unmanage-
able and abusive. She left her seat
with legs trembling under her, slipped
out quietly and went home.
She heard Keishiro bring Nick in
and take him to the guest room be-
fore midnight, but she did not go out
to them. She got into bed and turned
her light out. Now that he was safely
home some tension snapped and she
could lie down and get warm and per-
haps forget for little while. But she
could not sleep.
She went in to see Nick at noon on
Sunday. He was sitting up drinking
strong black coffee and his bed was
Uttered with Sunday papers. The bed
side lamp was lit, for soft falling
snow made twilight Of the January
bed. She felt she ought to say some
thing about the night before, but had
learned that recrimination made mat
tiers worse. It produced in Nick such
| stubborn antagoniSm.
She said: Don't forget, Nick, this
Is q very special Sunday"
He looked at her in blank inter-
rogation.
Yo1 know this is the day Aunt Muir
He looked his sublime disgust. q
have need Of peace, Martha, so
shall remain precisely where I am"
Nicki When you know what II
what can it mean to you? A self
righteous old hen giving me the once
over and shopping into our private
at means a possible reconciliation
with all my family. She's the first te
come round. 7 miss them, Nick. I'm 6
human being"