Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1940-06-07

trying to join ~ US up' Do you remember
The stream of recollection rushed on
jerkily. He knew now why she had rung
him up. Not so that he should say
relieve her grief by talking over the
dogs life with the person who had
symbol, days that were as distant for
her as they were for him.
More distant probably. He lifted his
eyes, looked around him. The room in
which they sat was a sure index to
what her life was now. 1t was a bright
chintZ curtains and chair covers; with
Turner reproductions on the walls, with
a large bowl Of roses in the window.
There was nothing expensive in her
room. But 1t had well cared for look.
He had fancied, remembering the
ragamuffin she had been, that he
would find her in dreary locality like
University Mansions, slovenly back,
ground suitable to some one who had
gone to seed. He had not though. just
as she herself had stayed fresh and
pretty so was her home neat and
bright. She had made of her life in her
different way very much the same kind
of thing that he had made Of his.
On a table against the window a
child's books and drawing materials
emplary child no doubt. who would
appear at breakfast with clean hands
and well brushed hair. The days were
long past when doors had been locked
on breakfast trays. On the mantlepiece
were couple Of invitation cards. Molly
was ready, enough now for the mild
party; the days when each invitation
was the signal for disagreement were
as much a thing Of the past as this
sick and tired poodle. Woolley. the last
reminder, the last link with the old
days.
The sun was shining with promise Of
a long days heat when he walked out
into the noisy garishness of the Edg-
ware Road. He had a heavy commit
ment of work ahead Of him. He had
hoped to get away from his office early,
match at Lords. But he did not turn
northward to the tube station. He
turned westward down Praed street,
taking the same side turning he had
taken thirteen years before.
He paused; and something under his
heart went round and over. Yes, there
it stood, the same dark shop where. In
a distant summer, a bundle OF black
wool, smuggling against window pane
had laid It's spell upon two young
hearts. And there standing before the
window the reincarnation Of himself
and Molly; young love personified;
were two young people. Her hand lay
upon his arm; upon her finger was an
engagement ring Her eyes were bright.
Her voice was pleading. Darling. he's
a pet: we must, we really must" Her
voice was glowing.
through the door into the shop. What
had Kipling written. you've given
your heart to dog to tear" Did they
realize as they pushed open the shop
door that they were not only buying
themselves dog, they were buying
pain for themselves, twelve or fourteen
years from now, such pain as at this
Did they realize that? Probably. But
who at such moments looked ahead,
figering out the cost? They realized
that, but did they realize that that
knowledge was only half the truth? 1t
was not only a dog that would be dy-
ing in fourteen years; something else
would have died, many summers before
that; the youth in their hearts, the
capacity to do wild things. to quarrel
over nothings. They might be together
still. that couple.
Law for the last time between them:
its head heavy upon their knees, they
might be bound by deep devotion.
by mutual sympathy, by trust and con:
fidence. The death Of this dog that
they were buying now might be Q
shared sorrow; one Of those shared
things that constitute the sum Of mar:
riage. It might; or It might not. That
lay on tho gods knees. One thing alone
was certain. Youth would have left