Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-08-08

completely surrounded by money. The
bulgy belt irked his sides and back,
and the fear OF robbers filled his
Nightmares with drama. But the belt
still bulged when he awoke.
All the male passengers on the
train looked like train robbers. Even
the newspapers were reviewing a mo-
ton picture that made a hero out of
Jesse James! His Nightmares the sec
ond night were an improvement on
the first. He was so haggard when
he reached Cleveland that Jim Pol
lard. vino met him. spoke of it.
His room in the hotel was on the
10th floor. Odd coincidence! He went
to the window in rather gingerly
fashion. He was glad that there was a
steam radiator in front of it. hidden
under a bit of cabinet work.
The bellboy opened the window to
let in little fresh air. 1t was an
odd sort of window. Instead of sliding
up and down, it swung out from a
central axis.
When the boy was gone Arthur
spoke to Jim about his money belt.
Jim said:
You can deposit it at my bank
and check against it from New York. !"
I'm a bit leery of bankers. They
fall so easy"
Then put it in my safe at the
office. You can get it out in the
morning"
He laughed off the offer
I'D probably catch cold without my
money belt. It's awfully nice and
warm
Just as you like" said Jim. And
by the way, I can't go to New York
with you. We just can't raise the
cash.
Then I might as we'll not have
stopped off,"
But I've found fellow who wants
to get into the business. If you can
convince Sheldon Brown it's a good
buy he'll put up our share Of the
cash and let us handle our share of
the stuff in our store here"
Fine! Lead me to him.
Hes sewed up all day, but he's
invited us to dine with him. Sheldon's
bit of swell. Did you bring along
your soup-and-fish?"
Black tie"
Good enough. Be at the Cuyahoga
club at seven?"
With bells on
To kill time, Arthur wrote vi long,
long love letter 1t was his first chance
to pour out his heart to her in ages.
He used up some Of that expensive
English he had acquired in college
and forgotten since.
He took particular pleasure in eX-
planning how he had escaped all sight
or sound of Nina, and how safe he
would be at mems club for dinner
He called the Cuyahoga the "Isky-
piggy" He dropped the letter in the
mail chute, glad that he didn't have
to go down into the lobby. Nina might
be lurking there under ported palm.
AS he paced the floor for lack of
better pastime he stumbled over a
footstool. He kicked it with his other
big toe against the radiator by the
window. He ventured glance at the
street and had to lie on his stomach
to get a good look.
There was a fascination about the
height. almost a desire to slide off and
see what happened.
It was horribly interesting. Perhaps
he had been little unjust to Mr..
Gage. It might not have been en-
bezZlement or fear of scandal or even
dizziness but-what was the word for
it? The phobia Of great heights was
-was-"batophobia." That was the
word! But what was the word for the
longing to fall or leap? 1t would be
"batophilia" or something.
Well, whatever you called it, as a
craving it was about the most non
habit-forming craving there was. He
backed away and began to dress.
He was tempted to leave his money
in the hotel safe. But what guaranty
had he that the clerk might not de-
velop a sudden philia for Canada? His
dress trousers were bit snug at best
and squeezing the money belt inside
the band gave him q sudden under
standing Of what tight corsets must
have felt ike on an old-fashioned