Glacier County chief., 1940-05-03

called you long ago." was Bensons
quick retort.
It's strange" reflected Jarnegan.
You fellows talk of God as though
He were producing a Hollywood pic
ture."
"Hardly-He,s not shallow enough"
cut in Barney Sloan.
Why don't you interview Him then"
asked Jarnegan, land get some of His
great meaning to your readers?"
I'm afraid you and few other big
shots here wouldn't understand" was
the comeback. He'd be sincere in what
He said"
Jarnegan smiled wryly AS Barneys
eyes met Betty,s, he said, We'll have
to admit He's careless with beautiful
young women in Hollywood-Scatters
them around like weeds on a road in
Ohio"
the roads in Ohio" said Jarnegan.
That's all I remember" retorted
Sloan
Then your memory's bad. I've seen
trees there" Jarnegan went on as if
to himself lonely and beautiful in
the wind I never think of them but
what I remember old Herb Spencer
who in his dotage wanted lovely young
gals around-they kept his mind from
thoughts of death"
Why'd the gals have to be lovely?"
asked Richard Benson.
He was a philosopher answered
Jarnegan.
A wry smile of memory skirted the
edges Of the volcanic directors eyes.
Spencer was like the poor devil they
were going to burn while was in the
his cell. rubbing his hand and said
well. John, I just know you'll be
glad. I've obtained for you few hours
of grace
That's swell" said the condemned
man, bring her in"
The laughter drowned the noise of
beating wind and water.
Eyes dim with mirth. Betty at last
said. What mind you have. Jack.
Yes. it's cosmic,' the director said.
Jacks different" offered Barney
Sloan. no few hours of grace for him
"a whole week"
That's right" said Jarnegan The
poor devil in Columbus had the big
idea-he was smart as Spencer-even
if he did think of the wrong grace"
though every beautiful girl in the world
hits Hollywood at some time or other.
They really all come here-the rich
and the poor-the low and the high
the brave and the gentle hearted.
IT often wonder what happens to
them-where they come from and
where they goo-and each one has a
tale. remember one His words
were lost in the haze Of memory. Talk
about pearl In nest OF diamonds
oh. wen-I'm the inventor of unshed
tears-the echo lost in the woods that
never returns-the hankman of men,
DRY. who walks through the valleys at
night with his gallows under his heart.
"She was a gal-vivid as summer
/ lightning-warm as June wind-and
lovely as a scarlet tanager with its
wings spread out in the sun.
II remember a long time ago on my
way out here-looking at lot OF food
of a restaurant IN Salt Lake City. !
could have bought it all in a full meal
for 70 cents-but I didn't have the
damn 10 cents-and I walked around
the Mormon temple, so hungry I
thought was married twice.
to be back where I was then-if I
could get that meal. Things never hap
pen like they should You get one
| thing you lose another. I used to
spend whole days in the Columbus pen
dreaming. about freedom. Not till long
another jail Well, who cares-it's all
a lot of barnyard dust no matter which
way the wind blows it." The slash of
wind and water could be heard in even
tempo.
Yes, yes, yes" Jarnegan num-
bled to himself-"all a river lost in
the sea-" A Tilt came into his voice.
But quite a carnival after all-and
Hollywood's the main tent" His eyes
were less solemn.
when I first hit here, there was a
fellow who had little harness and
shoe mending store on Cahuenga
boulevard. I'd stop in and chat with
have a great deal-not even enough
to stock his place. He sold most things
at about cost-really made his living
mending harness and shoes. Boris
Demovitz was quite fellow-very
You needed It. ne had a little room