The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-11-19

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listed.
Continued From Yesterday
Nobody quite liked to look at eacl
other for a moment after her depar
1ure.
Brent was the first to speak as ht
tossed the soiled feather careiessls
aside and began to fill his pipe.
Jolly time the fellows on the beach
IRE going to have" he remarked.
"Horrid little pig" said Molly.
Jolly bad FORM" added Mr.. Penni-
cuik uneasily.
IAN the same" was Mr.. Pollock's
contribution, "some Of her feathers
may be deserved. though she goes tho
wrong way to work.
quite So" agreed Miss Myrtle. MIR
Brent, painful as it has been to me
10 witness your ordeal. | hope that
the Significance Of it will make you
think Rather wisely evading re-
ply, she departed toward the sitting
room again, trying to WELD her nee
dies as she went, though her fingers
trembled slightly with her own temer-
ity.
Upon my soul!" exploded Mr.. Pol
lock, II don't often agree with that ca
Of an old maid, but I must say think
she is right this time" He, too, turned
and went, though In the opposite direc-
ton to that taken by Miss Myrtle.
THAT was a nasty one" murmurec
Brent placidly as he lit his pipe.
20, Chris" said Molly, how car
you take it lying down? Why don''
you tell them that you are going TO
do something. you must
why, Miss Pollock" suggested Mrs
Lee, who had been a silent spectator OF
the whole little scene, surely i'll breed
ing like that is beneath contempt One
does not have to answer it,
20, know" said Molly, struggling
10 keep back tears of modification
but--Percy," turning swiftly t
young Pennicuik, isn't it time 20.
took me down to see that camp yOu
promised"
Right. OH" replied Mr. Pennicuik, ir
tones Of undisguised relief. I'VE car
just do it II we hurry Goodbye. Mrs
Lee: see you later Brent" and h.
took himself away with Molly.
Brent stopped and picked up the
feather he had thrown away, twirline
it between his fingers.
"All the same, Miriam" said he ell
liptically, sit is hard, it is damned
hard"
CHAPTER Ill
Down in the town. Percy and Mol,
made inquiries as to a. territorial camr
which was situated mile or two out
Of 1t on the further side.
With the peculiar apathy of Tho
deniZens of seaside places. no one
seemed to know much about it or Il
takesany interest in it. But Pennicuil
assured Molly that If she were allowed
to see at least part of it she woult
find 1t most interesting, and accord
insly they set off along the white coun
try road. which curved gently up I.
the downland where the camp lay.
Molly felt her spirits reviving in tn
bright. soft air with the faint but ex
hilarating tang of autumn in it. Tina
strained little scene on the lawn fel
toward a back place in her mind. whic
by habit lived in the present moment
Nevertheless, the feeling of unrest an
the racking doubt which had begun I
beset her refused to be quite stilet
She glanced UP al Percy as they Wake
along. at his sun burned open coun
tenance with its rather obvious comeli
ness, and conscious of her gaze h
looked down ut her. His eyes wer
his best feature. very blue and cIea
and Molly could not help noticing ho'
fresh and revealing the expression {
them was. Pennieuik's eyes told tha
up till now he had nothing in his iii
to conceal. Molly suddenly realize
that she was always aware of secret
behind Brent's look. Of things whic
he did not choose she should kno,
Already a little sore at the attentio
he paid Mrs. Lee. more puzzled tina
she would own ut his refusal TO &C
anything for his country. she no
felt Il sudden revulsion against all wa,
that were not simple and straight al
plain. Her heart warmed to Pert
with n sudden feeling that restfulne
and strength were to he found in sin
PIE unintellectual honesty such as hi
For the moment the glamour tn
Chris had over her wayered and gre
uncertain.
The camp proved n, Disappointing
In that all the men had left for de
tinaiion unknown the night hefo1
Only a few not going on active servi
remained behind to tidy things I
Still. to Molly. new to such thins
even the traces of the camp held j
terest and a certain magic. Here We
black scars made Of charred soil n
ash where the fires had been. Aero
the fields khaki-clad figures WI
bringing In Wagon loads of todd
Round a gypsy rot slung over sol
emhers a group of men sat in trOus'
md shirts one or two We're Cleani