Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-08-21

Across the deserted field ne thought
he saw figure.
He rubbed his eyes and giggled. A
swell Sig he had turned out to be. Two
or three shots and he was seeing !.
But no. It was q figure. Solitary
and indistinct, but still a figure. It
looked like girl. It moved It was
girl.
They met midway in the field. On the
4 fifty yard line.
Hello, you" the girl said.
And Mac gaSped, 'LOrdl"
/ Had he expected the wrath to be
Deb? Don't be a fool, he told himself.
BY q street light he saw the face
which upturned fearlessly to his Not
| Deb, of course not Deb was in Balti-
more, strutting half-dresSed to some
blade turned in an unacknowledged
wound-she was getting ready for dear
Mr.. Wares party.
Il took a chance in finding you"
Macs hair did things. He was sure
1t moved. You did what2"
The girl laughed and her full lips
we're a challenge. Mac saw vivid eyes.
black as the short hair which, brushed
oddly forward, Rugged her face as
tenuous petals
He felt enormously gallant. You
must have me-mixed with somebody
else, but I'll be glad to look after you
I'LL your friend shows up"
She laughed again, as though to her
self. There's nobody else coming"
oh" Mac said.
They were walking, unselfconsciously
close, toward the goal post near the
entrance. Live in Bethlehem" Mac
asked.
He thought she had not heard him. /
But suddenly she stopped walking and
unfastened the severe cloth ulster she
wore. I'm nurse" she said Don't (
you adore these seductive little uni
forms?"
Mac watched her pouting, restless
little mouth.
You know the Mercy hospital2 It's
When her hand touched his arm five
hundred volts shot through Macs
body. He pressed her fingers with his
elbow until they lay against his ribs.
IN bet you have tough time man.
aging men patients he said, his voice
strange to his ears. You're So"
I'm so darn lonely could scream"
Fletcher McHenry knew all about
loneliness
Lets sit down a minute" the girl
said. Il can't stay long"
Mac laughed. You'll freeze" But he
the pressure Of her hand
Here then Sit on part Of my coat.
Care for a drink? For medicinal pur-
poses, Of course" II
When she tilted the bottle, the arc
Of her neck was enchanting.
You're sweet" Mac said, his lips
finding her hair. You're not afraid !
Of anything, are you?"
Oddly his thoughts became tangled. ]
A nurse. That's what he was thinking
Of. And nurses were brave; they knew
life. NO play acting about this
what did you say your name WASP"
! vibrant voice asked.
The girl on his arm; stirring. Part ..
If the night. Part of the isolation which j
sngulfed him She became the girl g
n his arms. J
Il didn't say =. Call me Mac. What's
yours?"
IN tell you-after you kiss me. I'm !
old"
Gosh" Mac breathed.
He learned later that her name was
The rest of her name didn't matter
That hour in the stadium dissolved
S painleSsly as the darkness which had
hrouded it. You had had little edge 6
N; you had met q lonely girl and
Used her a few times. You had seen
Ter home AS far as she would let
ou, that is. To the corner below Mercy
lospital. Nursing was the heck Of a life
or girl.
Or was it?
Wedged in the first row balcony of
New York theater, Fletcher Colt Nc
henry wondered Here he was, like a
ap, waiting for the metropolitan open
az of Nick Wares Frolics-On Christ
mas night. A fine way to spend q holi-
ay.
)ueer tune, at first: off key almost. 9
tut by the end of the show you would y !"
e used to it. You would find yourself y
umming a melody which forever after -
Tould recall Nick Wares Frolics Of !,
Mac Strengthened in his seat. The q
urtain rose on the childish, made n
uate voices Of the ensemble Deb had r.
escrfbed to him. She had attempted v
ne song over the telephone Don't =
fake a Monkey Out Of Me. Monkey" q,
It sounded even worse here.
Deb was at the center, in the front e.
1w. Old Ware had seen to that. She y,
Id the little solo dance she had talked n,
} much about; the spotlight played -
n every exquisite line OF her, broad u;
asst the smoothness of her skin. h
Mac swallowed the lump of anthra- i,
tie which lodged behind his palate. n
Yet two hours later, at the stage -
ltrance, he might have been the pro-
uction's angel, SO blithely did he send
his name. Miss Deborah Curtis,
lease. Tell her I'm waiting"
Then Deb was coming toward him.
Lurrying. Yet poised as a goddess. Did
ne look different? OF course not. He'd
1rgotten what a knockout she was,
nat was all.
He caught her hands. And his breath.
Merry ChristmaSl You look greatl"
'sAdaci thought you said you weren't
1ming?"
He couldn't imagine how she had
Yer thought such thing.
When they climbed into battered
,upe, Deb said, Its good to see Ger
dine. I've missed the old buggy"
Mac grinned. still dyspeptic, but I
sep her hIImming"
Then they were silent. Caught in
leater traffic, 1t was natural not to
Tx. But quarter of an hour later,
it'll Broadway behind them and plenty
room in Fifty-ninth street, they both