The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1939-09-23
Betty's Butter and
Egg Man
By MAY EVANS
ASSOCIATED Newspapers.)
WNU Service.

freckles than any other girl in
Richland county, Betty Moore pos
sessed romantic soul. She day.
dreamed as she went up the lane
to call the cows, and she day.
dreamed every time she walked
down the peony-bordered path to the
rural delivery post box beside the
dusty road.
When Mr.. Moore finally installed
a radio in the kitchen-dining-s sitting
room of the old farmhouse, Betty
day-dreamed as she listened to the
music and cooked for the household.
Kate Moore, Betty's sister, was
as pretty as Betty was plain. How
ever, Kate, like Betty, was a dream
er, though Kate did precious little
work as she dreamed
Most of all, Kate dreamed when
she went to the village in the rat
ting family flivver. She dreamed
that the through train had broken
down, and some great movie mag
nate who had been forced to stop
in Richland junction would see her
passing, and, being instantly attract
ed to her type, beg her to accept a
fabulous salary.
Dreams, as every one knows, do
come true-sometimes, and on the
day that Mr.. Moore discovered the
barn mice had gnawed right through
the heart of his last big roll of bind
er Irvine, and Betty volunteered to
drive to town for new supply, the
dream distributor made one of his
mistakes. He sent a famous movie
director sauntering along Main
street while his private car stood
on the Richland Junction siding,
waiting for special train to pass.
Betty, coming out of the juno
TONS general store, her arms piled
high with packages, binder Irvine,
fresh bananas, raisins, powdered
sugar, birdseed and bacon, collided
with the smartly dressed, tired-eyed
stranger.
"I'm sorry" apologized the man,
as he stopped and picked up the
sack of powdered sugar, which had
split open when it struck the side
walk. "Pll get you another"
Don't bother" replied Betty,
GIVE got to hurry home with this
binder Irvine. Dad is waiting for
it,"
Sometimes there's money in not
being so much in a hurry" said the
stranger.
Betty's face flushed beneath the
freckles.
Gas a matter of fact" continued
the man, ''you are just the type 1
want to work into a few local-color
rural scenes I'm planning to shoot
upstate. Those freckles of yours
ought to register like a house afre.
How about $500 for a weeks trip"
Sullenly Kate Moore went about
the tasks which usually the patient
Betty performed cit just doesn't
seem fair for me to be Shaving away
in this hot kitchen while Betty stays
away getting $500 a week for two
weeks for doing nothing"
"a thousand dollars is a nice piece
of money" remarked Mr.. Moore.
Betty told me she wanted the mon
ey to help fix up the old house on
Toms farm"
''Humph," shifted Kate. "Let her
get taste of life with movie out
fit, and see how quick she forgets
Tom"
Just two weeks from the day Betty
Moore left Richland Junction, tall,
tanned young man in faded khaki
paced up and down the station plat
form, look of anxiety on his face.
Betty was young-would her head
be turned by the small fortune she
had earned with her freckles?
well, of all the simpletons!"
greeted Kate, as Betty entered the
door of the Moore farmhouse, the
tall, tanned Tom at her heels.
Here you got real chance in the
movies with one of the most impor-
tant directors in the country and
you haven't sense enough to make
him take you on to Hollywood and
give you real job!"
''Mr. De Lain told me he thought
was the smartest girl he had ever
known when l said l was going to
take my thousand dollars and 20
straight home" cheerfully replied
Betty.
I'D like to know why" exclaimed
Kate in establishment. Likely as
not you would have caught on out
west and landed some big butter
and-egg man instead of having to
settle down in the sticks with Tom. +"
Tom grinned cheerfully as Betty
smiled up in his face and said, 81
should worry about catching on out
west when I'm so popular at home.
I'm going to buy rose pink sink
and rose pink mixing-bowls and rose
pink glass dishes and rose pink
tablecloths, and have an electric
motor to pump water into the house.
And Tom is going to build me some
lots bigger hen-houses so l can
have bigger fiocks, and he is going
to stop shipping cream to the city
and let me churn it instead, and
I'm to have every penny of the but
ter and egg money"