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

you for seven months" said Thad
You needn't for one minute more!"
She sprang up. cropping blindly for her
shoes. I'm leaving without references
and without pay"
He looked AZ instead of 20 as he
lowered over her. He caught her by
the shoulder, not to beg her to forgive
him as she hoped, but to shake her
violently.
You'll do nothing of the sort" he
Missed. You'll stay right here and
learn little simple arithmetic! You'll
stay right here and help pay those
damned bills"
Her arm reached out Almost it went
up around his neck as she stood tiptoe.
Now I'll tell him." she thought, only
it's going to make him feel so cheap!
But before she had opened her lips she
discovered that through no volition of
her sane self her rosy little palm was
striking out and slapping smartly
against his freshly shaven cheek.
In sheer astonishment he dropped
her. Then he walked out and shut the
door behind him.
II it hadn't been raining she would
have walked out herself. But it was
raining. She was exhausted from the
fray. She buried her face in the pillows
for just minute to pretend that all
this was nightmare. Again she shook
with uncomfortable chills. When she
awoke it was noon and the April sun
was warm on her tousled, dark head
She tried to make sensible plans but
her head ached so that she couldn't
She wandered to the living room for
a clgaret that wasn't there. She stared
at heaps OF stubs on every ash tray.
The desk was tidy. The housekeeping
hook in the HpNfnr 0f the list
of her domestic defalcationS on top.
Beside it lay IS bill.
She tore the bill and the list to
methodical bits.
She just hurt all over, body and
soul But she got herself out of her
rumpled clothes, bathed. dressed,
packed small bag and called a taxi
1t was hard to decide where she would
go. But wherever she was going she
couldn't go looking the way she did.
Just how much money there was left
in her big underarn bag she didn't
bother to count but surely there would
be enough for a facial and a massage
Il know I haven't an appointment"
she told Yancy, but take 2-cent
look at me-
Yancy looked and laughed. She jug
gled with her appointment book.
1t was after 3 o'clock when Druse
strolled out of Yancy's looking her
meticulous self. She had thought it
all over and made up her mind She
would go back to J. P. Larsen's office
and arrange for some sort of loan to
tide her over until she could get her
self a job. She would hide herself in
some obscure boarding house where
Thad could not find her and she would
never speak to him again until she
had that CHASTITY S587.17 to fling down
in front of him.
Quite calmly she checked her bag
and put the stub of the ticket in her
purse. 1t was then that she realized
she had exactly &c cents left. She
loathed SubwayS and she didn't like
BUSES, and she was at least two miles
from J. P. Larsen's office She could
walk. That is she thought she could
walk until she realized that she was
wearing her highest-heeled pumps.
The first half mile wasn't too bad.
The next three blocks slow torture.
Great splatters of rain were beginning
to fall. The nearest shelter was a book
store that looked as though it had
seen better days. A shabby shop with
battered tables of secondhand mer
chandise displayed under a tattered
awning FIFTY CENTS. TWENTY
FIVE CENTS. TEN CENTS. There was
even a Thoughtful marked 5 cents.
The thing to do was to stroll in
and ask for some impossible thing that
had never been published and rest