The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-03-19

.MES WILLIAMS
II expected to find you in negligee,
lying down, a cold compress on your
mead" she said, accusingly.
I'm feeling a little BETTER" Aunt
K told her.
ached."
It's not 50 bad now"
your eyes are-red."
They always are, after a bad night"
Mrs. Rand shifted. Coming down
to lunch?" she said.
"As a matter of fact" Aunt K adj
mitted, the hanger just phoned. One
Of the push rods is cracked. If I can
see about it. Pat and I are flying back
to Baltimore tomorrow, and I want
to make sure everything is all right"
Mrs. Rand said dryly: Tn not sure
there's a al available"
Perhaps I'd better phone for a
taX?"
Miss Denning, you're a FOOL" said
the elder woman crisply.
one for a long time" she said. "Too
long to change now"
Later she slipped away. She went
to Newark, but only because She could
think of no other place to 90 The
plane She found in perfect: condition
She made herself conofortahle in the
cabin, and for lack of anything better
to do, unfolded her maps and began
to study them, and to plot imaginary
courses, taking into account imaginary
winds and weather. conditions But after
an hour or two Of this empty pastime,
it began to weary her: She mi: the
maps aWay. and tried to keen her ewes
closed on the chance that. She mioht
sleep.
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There were people in the hanger,
moving about; so that when some n
But But t this u Some eo on oer I'i h ~ ca Mds;
door and lad saw Roger Conant there
He said uncertainiy: "Huilo!"
She touched her hair. There seemed
no narticriarilv an reioinder "HI1Iio"
she replied.
"WhyFno."
"Busy?"
mo"
He climbed in beside her: shut the
door. "Mind?"
"Where are the others?"
II told them I had to see a man
in town" he confessed.
you've seen him?"
He said: "There wasn't any man."
Aunt K was conscious of a rising
excitement in her. and an astonish5
She protested. mo man in New York?
There must be millions of them"
Il suppose So" he agreed, He asked:
"How's your headache?"
"Better."
why did YOU have a headache"
They're mysterious things, head
aches" she assured him. They BATTLE
the very best doctors. I mean the ones
the headaches that haven't any
1.-The kind of headaches women
have?"
II suppose So"
He said, almost morosely: THAT wa
wouldn't do any good"
She looked at him. my dear MI.
Conant," she protested, Il must say
-"
"Nonsense!" he retorted surprising.
to get away from the gang. I couldn't
take it. Not without you. I don't like
or bridge. Not social bridge. Not the
kind they play. I had to be with you,
have a chance to be sensible!"
"Sensible?" She laughed softly.
when you're-wiser, you'll never tell
a woman that!"
"Yes, sensible!" he retorted, almost
angrily. whats wrong with that?
Why not be sensible? Is it necessary
to be reckless and foolhardy all the
time? Sensible! Yes! I always try to
be sensible in everything I dol"
How mascuiinei"
"Why not? I'm a male. And for
that matter, you're a female. You've
proved it well enough by this idiotic
procedure today" He asked challeng-
ingly: why in the world did you
do t.? You knew I needed you, knew
T couldnt stand that gaga outfit un-
less vol were around. Dams all right
known him for years. But Alice has
the oun married woman's obsession
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