The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-06-25
Sabbatical Year 2

with the big mans chin. The man went
down and the professor was swinging to
meet the taxi driver when he saw a
When he opened his eyes again his
he heS was SICK looking nsS up into so4 EVelyns s anxi sas
face. She was holding him In her arms.
Are you all right?" she asked, and
her voice trembled.
Quite" the professor assured her.
Mister" their driver said, "You sure
can take 1t; That monkey crowned you
with e crank shaft. Here, let me help
In the cab his head throbbed, but
there were compensations. Evelyn held
him and the driver drove slowly, turn
ing now and then to voice his admiral
ton. only a coupla more blocks, Chief.
Boy, what a sock you got. We had to
throw that OK back in his cab. The
lady didn't want no trouble"
Together, they got him into Evelyn's
apartment and the professor paid n
driver with a SO bill. Evelyn bathed
the small cut on his head and placed
ice packs on a lump q little larger
than an egg. Her hands were soft and
and their eyes locked. Her arms crept
round his neck and her lips pressed his:
After a long moment, she wrenched
herself away.
"You W1st 60 now" she begged
I must. And I'm also afraid I love you:
It's awfully inconvenient." He walked
u~nsteadily to the door. "Goodby," he
said. I'm sorry, but I can't see you
again." The door closed slowly behind
him.
At that moment, the big man hold
ing his Jaw with his left hand, was
night drug store.
LADY" he was mumbling, II can't
thalk ana plaina. I think me jawr's
bruk.. That guy hi me with a black
jack or somethin'. Yeh. A tall, thin
guy. Mean eyes. Yeh, I'll get another
operave on the job tomorrow. I think
the dame knows me-"
Michael" Aunt Martha accused him
at breakfast table next morning, you've
been fighting again! After all these
years! And a lump on your head as big
as a hens egg. What happened last
SWhy, nothing" he denied. II had
a slight argument with a man"
About what?"
about a lady,"
Michael Dakin! It was about that
dancer Bill Everson introduced you to!
I warned you last night and I warn
you again to remember your grand
fathers will. You get mixed up with
another woman and you don't get a
cent?"
"Aunt Martha" the professor said,
rising from his chair and picking up
a large black notebook, II assure you
I won't get mixed up as you express
it, with another woman. 7 took steps
to prevent just such an occurrence last
night. And now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a lot of research work to do
at the public library"
Walking down Park avenue. he did
not feel so well in the bright sunshine
mostly from lack of sleep. He hadn't
slept a wink. He had been too busy,
too disturbed, thinking of the events
that had followed each other so swiftly.
His meeting with Evelyn. The fight
in the park. Her kiss on his lips. She
was S beautiful. And mysterious.
Why had a detective-he was sure
vate detective, else he would have ar
rested him last night for assault-fol-
lowed her since her arrival in New
York? Was she a married woman who
had run away from a brutal but still
affectionate husband?
Could she possibly have known about
the fortune and tried to %fascinate him
in the belief he would inherit it? Was
she sNo az a aave said f alo "A g9 aaa d sig Se3
hemently that a white wing leaped to
the curb to aviod a truck he thought
had honked at him.
It didn't matter what or who she
was. He would never see her again.
Even though he loved her. Love passed.