Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-05-12

70 to $375. He paid cash. He had
long wallet filled with crisp new bills.
Druse leaned back in her chair sim
ply dazed. She leaned bit too far and
erature slid in heap around her, send
ing one loosened shoe into the aisle.
Wedged under her right toe was
dull green volume whose cover was or
namented with neat, once-gilded bee
hive, from which an orderly line OF
neat, once-gilded bees swarmed up
ward to the title: Family Living on
$500 a Year"
The inner cover had a price pen
ciled in big blue letters. The price had
been lowered several times. 1t had
reached the ignominious minimum OF
IS cents"
Drusilla signaled for the nearest at
tendant She pointed to her shoe. She
tipped him with thin dime and grave
ly handed him a nickel for the green
book. He wrote large paid" with a
bit Of white chalk and murmured an
ironic thank you" for it was that
exact moment that the pompous gen.
tleman called out:
Three hundred and ten"
Three hundred and Fifteen bid the
mousy-looking woman.
Three hundred and twenty" the
pompous gentleman kept his voice low,
but he was seething with wrath. He
had to go to three hundred and sixty
to get that first edition of Blighs
"Mutiny on the Bounty" His hands
Shook as he reached for it.
Excellent condition" he whispered
to Druse as she stared at him. Re
markable bargain"
Don't be sil,' Druse told him. You
can see the whole mess in the movies
for IS cents. Do you know II It's
stopped raining?"
She knew perfectly we'll that it
hadn't stopped raining. Her heart was
almost bursting with excitement. The
auctioneer had said distinctly:
But she sat quietly, firmly gripping
her Family Living on $500 Year,
She held it high enough that he could
not help seeing it. with the cover
opened.
He cleared his throat. He coughed,
He bit!
IT beg pardon" he Kissed. his eyes
cleaning under his bristling broWS.
"You-er-have purchased that VOL
ume?"
Unholy avarice rose in Druses soul.
Sure have" she murmured.
rs it-er-possible you would-er-
care to dispose of it for a-er-a-con-
sideration?"
DruSe shook her mead
I'm crazy about it," she whispered.
II need it in my business.
Your car is here, sir" murmured
the attendant.
Mr.. Graham glared at him.
Tell Forbes to wait"
Would you mind stepping to the
door a moment, MADAME" the elderly
gentleman growled as the auctloneer
offered battered Leaves OF Grass IS.
At last she had rammeo tle el'
heel into the left shoe.
mo dice" she murmured. "Not LOT
She was on her two feet now, NOV
mo ont through the doorway under
the dripping awning. Hat In hand ne
was following. When he spoke ALOUD
his voice was lovely old muted parl-
tone. .,,. ,hat hoot
has no historic or pecunlary value.
Druse tried to look ike the arIieSS
child she was not. :.
THE title page Is a scream!
Reference Book for Young and mex
perienced Housewives Just my ,,e dism!
IT'S by Juliet Corson, author OF lnVeeh
and twenty cent dinners . III.
The outraged Mr.. Graham lost his
temper completely. $3.50. t.- +ha
drafted thing?" he demanded.
Druse turned another page: IL Wa
getting very dark outside ana tne Lsii ,t
from the window was rather DIM pus
the mage to which she had turned
blurred up to her dancing eyes.
"Here's a dandy idea," Drusil!a trans
fixed him with her loveliest smile. the
hnusekeeper who habitually markets
after breakfast will be astonsnea d.
the activity that prevails from TOUR
, vr civ in the morning'-at that, it
might be a swell stunt. We could leave
Fl Morocco or the Stork about three
and drift down for a barrel OF oysters,
she saws they are much more econon-
ical by the barrel, but ! Wonoer, niie
elevator in our house Is SO stlanI
Il in? Or would you just take putter
and put them up for the rest OF the
night?" - uoran" snapped
the eXasperated Mr.. Graham, that vol
ume has no possible contenporaLS
vogue only 40 years ago, but as mat
ter of fact, we found at the time 1t
was filled with inaccuracies
"But." Dr,rse read on calmly, 1t does
saw how as the fuel for cooking; m
GLIDING the kerosene and the klnoEhg,
ought not to run 70 more toe t fi,ese eU
Mr.. Graham! Here's whole chapter on
pickles and Thad is ker-razy about
pickles." ..o. IN s,o,,ted
what do you want?' ne shouteo.
Druse drew a long breath before
she plunged After all she knew ne nae
Ana that he had just paid out hun
dreds of dollars for three trashy old
pamphlets. ,u,,., .o,,o,, dbl
lars and seventeen cents!
you're crazy" he told her tersely;
That's what Thad thinks: sne
agreed with reckless disregard for her
new hat she stepped out from under
Five doliars!" he began his bidding ling
"Wait." he begged Over his shoul-
der he gestured for his car to follow
"Wait, please"
II was an insane auction. They hur-
ried along the wet sidewalks. Druse
quite briskly considering her chafed
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