Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-01-02

Published By Special ArrShsemsnt with The
ChicaSo Tribune-New York News syndieate
Incorporated
copyrishis 1885 By LEoNEK MASON
An Authoress' Whim Unites
Two Little Orphans, and
Together They Steal Away
and Find q Safe Haven.
IN TWO PARTs-PARr ONE
A SMALL black dog and a slim.
~ tawny-falr girl who was called
"a jamie emerged from the narrow
a "a doorway, IS they stood on the
v,,,., pavement edge waiting for the
= AllsgsiltSpTidge traffic TO abate a little
- mat they could cross over 10 Hyde
cs 800 me small black dog, who was
SS ~, oy descent with pedigree as
sols ~ your arm and Ass of sins
stuobornly together and said with ME
eyes NO, There's q fire indoors it's
damp and wet out here: let us return
without delay" - 4essu -
Janle looked at him wistfuily.
Eve says So" S' SoA'iy' Ou'
ana that, II you knew the Sisters
naortlLner at al intimately, iust about
summed up the situation. Whether n
Was question of Scraps dailv v1alIr
OF where the summer HOLIDAYS shos,lJ
Pc spent, Eve did all the deciding anS
u you knew jamie Mortimer well eno1ch
- ieI your feelings get the better Of
you and mutter something about Il be-
Lls = trIie uneven, you would be told
~ JdIue IN Q little hushed voice. awe
ar q u -. AZ your temerity; that after all
money, Eve keeps me-" And II vyo,,,,t ~
nave mattered one scrap that Won knew
perfectly well that the way jamie raj,
ne Hhlgntsbr1oge flat, the wav jamie
SilouAoered every housekeeping nroh-
lem and acted as Ewes personal maid
~ wen, more than amply conpensatad
Ior the tiny amount of food She ate ana
sile small, bOxlike room she sIent IN
~ wouldn't have mattered that Won
yourseli would have given YOUR ewes
- ~ s.npiyy JAMIE as a help" and that
you MOulo nave paid her q cutie annie
Salary Tor about half the duties she
performed free for Eve. Won S So s
never convince jamie that there u s,ss. |
angshing wrong with the arrangement
Inc ponceman on duty by one of Mr. /
lanes said Good morn
lilg, mss, ana gave jamie q cheerful /
gfln. jamie was always popular WIFI
people like that, she was So lInchsne-
lngiy polite and sweet.
jamie stopped for a second In ,nnu,re
aIIer MRS. Policeman and the hra,,S
new Miss Policeman and then t,,,rsS
INTO the park, with Scrap protestin1
louoly az her heels that he had seen q
~ Denlnd the Artillery Memorial |
s msncn certalniy had no business what
AS sne walked toward Marble Arch
~ lckeo OH on mental fingers the
Things that she must do Ruv nsii v sa-e
nish Tor Eve, fire engine red 's Set
pale mauve tulips for the dining roor,
cai! Tor Ewes second best evening
rock at the cleaners tllrea r,airs
q cnl1Ion sheer stockings cbsnas
,sssss1y tyuHoE cf0zefis Of fhfnes
Lnings that made her resemble a min
azure Christmas tree, when two hours
.5ter sne sought the safety of MIS-.
back to the fiat. W
Almost before she had closed the
loor behind her and wiped Scran,s
our black feet on the mat she knew
nat Eve was in one Of her moods. She
'ould sense 1t somehow. the deathIv
luler OF the little flat broken onlv Nv
he small thud-thud Of Ewes four-inch
leels on the carpet OF her aofficeS.
. na tnen came Ewes voice, high, queru-
"Janiel"
jamie deposited her parcels on the
IAk cneSG that lay close against the
md knew at once that It wasn't inst a
mood, It was Moodl ''
1nere were the stubs Of a dozen Gig
'rets, hpStick-stained, In the LaIio1e
sntray; there was Eve, a dark lock ,
I mar iying over one plucked brow.
carlet satin pajamas and toelesg Sill /
er sandals, walking jerkily to and fro /
= 70 ana fro waving her long, !
Inn hands at jamie, talking in little
isJointed sentences.
jamie, for Gods sake, give me a plot.
low can 1 write and earn enough
money TO keep you In idleness and lux
~ If can't think Of any new pIotg?n !
he regarded Scrap, making q bee ]
ne Tor the fire, with maIevolent eye. {
ana tnat goes for you, too" she added
shall send you to the dogs home. .
jamie said: But, Eve, you've written
ozens Of stories about Scrap. He must l
e worth his weight IN gold !" and {
ne telephone rang shrilly.
Eve SAID: Yes. Yes speaking" Her
rec hand motioned to jamie for a paper '
nd pencil; she was vivid, keyed up, at {
sntive, and jamie marveled for a mo- {
lent at the way she could change from 4
querulous woman, almost ugly, 10 q
q efficient. charming journalist talk t
lg-tO-big- business.
She was drawing small whorIs on the S
aper. frOwning a little, then: q
Yes, III have shot-not my style, T
0u know. o the dog stories? / suppose z
ley are: maybe you're right" She put
le telephone back on its rest slowly.
That she announced dramatically, a
vas Johns Of the Present Century