The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1919-10-17

love red or blue. that's . fact; Ibsen
or Rostand: heat or cold. Does that
matter1 I know your
An upward glance had caught him
smiling. Her speech was routed. TIN
-the-only girl herei''
do you think that's why I love
you1"
"Ah, but you loved Gerty! That
slipped from her. She had not meant
to say that!
"Does that hurt3" Abashed By her
own daring. yet she was glad she had
dared. She wanted him to deny e.
For he would deny it, She wondered
IL he were angry. but she could not
look at him.
The minutes. dragging like weighted
hours, told her that he was not going
to answer her. 1t came to her thea
that she would never know whether
Gerty's story were wholly false. Of
partly true. She knew. then, that ~
wheedling, wife's or sweetheart'A
would tease that story from him. \
did not belong to him.
His silence frightened her into ae.
ticulateness. He must not think that
she was foolish! It was not that, q
itself. she meant. The words iostled
one another In their soft swift rush.
He-he had made q mistake once be.
fore. He had liked the sort Of woman
he had thought Gerty was. She her.
self was not like the real Gerry any
more than she was like the other, the
woman that did not exist. He woul0
find that they did not think alike, be.
lieve alike. that there were differ.
ences-
aren't you making something out
Of nothing, lnnes3"
That voice could always chide her
into silencel Her speech lay cluttered
In ruins. her words like useless broken
bricks falling from the wall she was
building.
He took her hand and led her to Q
pile of rock the river had not eaten,
He pulled her down beside him.
''Isn't 1t true, with us?"
1T is. with me-" breathed Innes,
Their voices were low as though they
were in church.
"And you think is isn't, with me Z"
Richard stood before her. rs it be.
cause trust you, I wonder7 That I,
loving you. love to have the others
love you, too7 Don't you suppose I
know hove 4As with the rest, Mac.
Lean; how it was with Estrada
Should I be jealous7 Why. I'm not.
I'm proud! Isn't that because know
you. know the fine steady heart Of
you? You hated me at first-and am
proud Of that. don't love you
enough?" He knelt at her feet. not
listening to her pleading. He bent
down and kissed one foot: then the
other. II love them !" The face he
raised to her Innes had never seen be-.
fore. He pressed q kiss against her
knee. THAT, too! It's mine. I've not
said my prayers since was q boy.
shall say them again. here. you teach.
ing me-" His kisses ran up her arm,
from the tips of her limp fingers. His
mouth. close to hers. stopped there.
He whispered:
"You-kiss me, my girl!"
Slowly. unseeingly, as though drawn
by an external will. her face raised to
his: slowly. their lips met. His arms
were around her; the world was blot.
ted out.
Innes, minutes later. put her mouth
against his ear. 1t was the Innes he
did not know. that he had seen with
others, mischievous. whimsical, romp,
ing as a young boy.
II Lowered" she whispered. "And
heat and sunshine. But love blue.
on you; and cold. II it were with you
land the rest of the differences"
He caught her to him. "There are
not going to be any difterencesl"
(THE END.)