Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-09-22
By ELIZABETH YORK MILLER
copyright 1889: By News Syndicate Co.. Inc
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE
A SHY HEROINE'S EX-
TRAVAGANCE IN MONTE
CARLO LEADS TO RO-
NANCE AND ADVENTURE

CARLO LEADS III RO-
NANCE AND ADVENTURE.
For long time she stood with
her eyes glued to the shop window,
not thinking consistently of the
article that had captured her at
tention, but of the incredibility of
the whole thing. That she, Mary
Brown, normally habitat of a sec
ond-rate London boarding house
and subject to a routine as i'm
mutable as the stars between that
unromantic hostel and her desk in a
Brown, should at this moment find
herself idling dreamily in the sunshine
of a thoroughfare called the Boule-
ward DIES Moulins in Monte Carlo, was
fantastic.
At first she had been little fright
ened, alone in these exotic surround
ings, without even the companionship
of girl friend to give her face. In
| the classic sense, it was all pure Greek
to Mary Brown, but that was begin
ming to wear off now. The measure
of her receding timidity could be
! gagged by that NOTORIOUS dash along
the Corniche.
| She mastered the money quite quick
| ly and could convert francs into shil-
| ling-and-pence with no more than the
smallest margin of error, and although
her French was meager and had never
! been practiced in the country of its
origin, she discovered that she got on
very well with English. Her greatest
! trouble was ShyneSS, but she would
have suffered from that in any Ian
guage.
Less than a week ago now-it would
| L.. Ill LII.
had seemed more unlikely than what
was happening now. She could remem-
Der that dawn of destiny down to the
! last tireSome detail, as though the
circumstances which hailed it had COM
bined to form series of hurdle jumps
leading to this exquisite moment of
shop window separated by thou
sand miles from London and the
Cromwell road
/ The morning had begun disagreeably
even for Monday. She had forgotten to
set her alarm clock and was awakened
ultimately by the Kissing drive of Sleet
on cold gray windowpane. The room
was like a damp iceboX, and of course
it would happen that she was out of
coppers and couldn't light the, gasfire.
BY oversleeping she had lost her
Order, of the Bath" and it wasn't
until she dressed, and taking nasty
look to see if the seams were straight,
that she noticed the hole in her stock
ing. At breakfast the tea was tepid
and the egg so dubious that she
couldn't bring herself to eat it.
In Tuning mood, Mary, Brown
the ultimate victory of seat, and
just to rub things in, fat man trod
heavily on her foot. So when finally
she limped into the office, it was 2
minutes past 9.
dear me, we'd about given up!"
She had scowled balefully at the
manager, wondering if Just for once
in her life she wouldn't allow herself
the privilege of ticking him off. Two
minutes late5and what about all those
evenings in December, taking Decem-
Der merely as a recent instance. when
she had worked overtime night after
night, unmurmuring, even with an
appearance of gladness, to do her share
towards ensuring that the years bal
ance sheets were, finished to schedule
What about all those little odd jobs
she had done outside her regular work.
even curtailing her lunch hour, when
Miss Ellison, the boss secretary came
down with the flu. Need Mr.. Marry
dew blow out his cheeks like that. be-
cause for once in her life she was two
minutes late?
Mr.; MeGregor wants to see YOU"
he said. In his private office"
Mr.. McGregor, the boss, wanted to
see her =. in his private office. She
rose unsteadily, feeling and looking
like death, all her natural timidities
presaging disaster. The day would
probably go on as it had started, she
told herself.
Well, it didn't, in fact, on the con-
two, &c
Mr.. McGregor needed a shorthand
typist to go to Nice with him, and
Mr.. Merrydew had recommended Mary
Brown.
They went in the McGregor yacht,
the Nereid, with the whole family, in
Guiding Mrs, son and two daughters,
and by the time they got to Nice, Mr..
McGregor didn't require the services of
Mary Brown any longer. During that
short and happily calm voyage they
had worked like slaves to get through
the overflow the boss had brought with
him as a prelude to his holiday, and
now the Nereid was going on for a
carefree cruise along the Dalmatian
coast.
But the boss was a kind and under
standing sort of man. Having brought
Miss Ellison's deputy thus far to suit
shove her onto a train and send her
back home. He said she could have a
holiday, too, a whole fortnight and
spend it down here. He gave her some
extra money and Mrs. McGregor and
the girls found a pleasant though I'M
exciting pension for her to stay in, and
pointed out the travel bureau where
she could make inquiries if she got
stuck for anything, and booked her
seat on the train for the return jour-
ney.
1t was through the travel bureau
she learned how easy it was to jaunt
all over the place by notorious
to Monte Carlo. Indeed, much, much
further afield than that II she had
wanted to sample all the resorts that
were offered.
But in spite of, or perhaps perversely
because of her excessive conservatism
1t was Monte Carlo which drew her
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