Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1940-06-28

Long partlngS never growing less
poignant. brief weeks of love never
growing less sweet. Five years of it.
There was never talk of men friends
now: Time together was too precious
to discuss what she did while he was
away Besides. no married lovers were
ever so sure of each other. The dan
ger, if there had even been any, was
over.
China clinked as Mandy rolled the
tea wagon indoors beneath the window
Mollie looked down and saw the striped
lawn chair George Glover had been
sitting in. Tomorrow with George would
be step back to childhood. He had
not even the novelty value of a new
male friend. Mollie laughed aloud as
she turned back into the bedroom.
She could just as easily get intoxicated
on plate OF nursery rice pudding as
feel a desire to kiss George. Don
couldn't possibly mind her enjoying a
day at the races because she wouldn't
dream of making George into man
friend. She opened her closet and
the crisp white linen with the blue
jacket and blue sailor would be just
the thing to please the horses.
George told her all the news on the
road to Santa Anita. Sister Marjorie
had got flim-struck and insisted on 60
ing to Hollywood. Mother of course had
gone with her. Marjorie had had the
usual luck, which was none whatever.
But Mrs. Glover's pungent wit, her
salty manner of speech, her bubbllng
good humor and engaging personality
had put her into pictures She had
nice home in Beverly Hills with
garden where she spent her spare time
babying and tormenting plants just
as she'd always done back home. She
was very happy there. She was sure
that If George would come and work
in Los Angeles she would have every
thing in the world she wanted. So he
was on the way there now. An archi-
tect can work anywhere. like the
climate. I'd enjoy designing some real
Spanish houses
The sky was bed of forget-me-nots
unlocked with the tiniest cloud. The
San Bernardino mountains SCARED into
it. blue and yellow and green and
violet in the morning sun, tall euca-
lyptuS trees barred the road with blue
shadows across the gold. George drove
like a demon. Mollie felt elated with
the smooth speed of the car and the
brilliant freshness of the morning. 1t
was a treat to be out with a man for
change, even if it were only George.
But why she asked him, did you
come out of your way to San Dlego?"
His pleasant face frightened. oh yes,
to ask girl to marry me-"
And she said no. Oh, George. I'm
sorry"
You needn't be. I hadn't seen her
for a couple of years. She's changed
since got that way. Grown cleverer-
harder. III be over it in two shakes
of lambs tail. You know a girl can
be Just mailing habit"
"Or a man too, suppose"
Not to her. She sends a telegram
every six letters she gets"
George laughed convincingly, so
Mollie Joined him. your laugh hasn't
changed" he said, tits still the mer-
riest sound I ever heard. You never
knew. did you. mother used to 60 out
she had a record of it to cheer her
up on wet days"
Mollie remembered Mrs. Glover with
a reSurgence of childhood love. 1t was
going to be fun to see her in pictures.
It seemed a good idea to drive on
races were over.
She'll be thrilled" persuaded
George. You can stay overnight and
III take you back tomorrow. Do come:
She was curious to know what kind
Of young woman you'd grown into.
grown SO darned pretty. Let her see
All right. can get plane back
first thing In the morning"
7 won't argue now. We can settle
that when the time comes"
George drove her back to San Diego.
He was In no hurry to settle down
and he was enchanted with the heat
and the blueness and the wide golden
spaces of California. He made gala
prowled through vineyards. Stopped
and stared at orange groves: marveled
at the military ranks of the date
palms. He hated to pass q roadside
stand where they could drink orange
5uSco and buy bones OF dates and