The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-06-15

nottomlayS came no~iselessly, dIss
creetly. across the hall. Instantly tic
woman il blue and silver was All the
mistress.
III MI warn u. Bottomleya,
b dIned IT 'orne. Mn. Garter.
+Oh, thank you You may lock do,
then. Goodnight, Mr.. Carter! Good.
night, Bottonley r
she was gone. The blue-and-silyer.
gown and the punched folds of the
furred coat vanished on the stairway
landing. The tall clock that she
PASSED struck elevena And Richard.
going iintoshis library, realized that be
was deeply and p~assionately lii love.
He could think Of nothing else-he did
not wish to think of anything else.
Her face came between him and his
book, her voice loitered I'M his ears,
her precise, pretty phrasing, the
laughter that sometimes furked be-
Meath her tones.
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They were at the country club:
Harriet chaperoning Nina, who was
down at the tennis court with a group
Of young persons; Richard GREATNESS
and. happy from a hard game of
eighteen holes. He had encountered
her on the porch, on his way to the
showers, experiencing, as he did 50,
the thrill that belongs only to the I'M
expected encounter. Now. they Ioitered
at the railing, In the shade Of the
green awnings as entirely oblivious
Of watching eyes as If the clubhouse
were the library at home.
MRS. Carter" said a woman In
bright yellow, coming up to them sud
denly, will You be a darling and come
and talk to my French oficer7 The
girls have all been practicing their
Berlitz on him, and he's almost losing
his mind Dick" added this matron,
who had linked her arm about Har-
riet,s waist, "for heavens sake 60
clean up Can't you find time to talk
to- your wife at homer I've been
watching you for five minutes, getting
my arms burned simply black-wil
you come, Mrs. Carter? That's the
poor soul, over there with Sarah. /
don't know why I've had a French gov
erness for that girl for seven years T.
ITO save the life Of a fellow crea-
ture- Harriet said in her liquid
French. She went off, laughing1y, In
the other woman's custody; Richard
looked after them a moment.
He saw them join the group Of smil-
ing girls and the harassed French
man; saw the aliens face brighten as
Harriet was introduced. A. moment
later q boy with a tennis racket
dashed up to them, and there was q
scattering In the direction Of the
courts. The girls surrounded the boy,
and streamed away c%hattering. The
matron in yellow came back to her
card table. And Harriet, unfurling
her parasol, deep in conversation with
the captured soldier, sauntered slowly
after the tennis players. The after
noon sunshine sent clean shadows
across the clipped grass; the stretched
blue silk Of Harriet's parasol threw q
mellow orange light upon her tawny
hair and saffron colored gown.
Richard had a child's desperate
wish that he was dressed, and nigh,
run after them.
r.. But it vas not at the tennis that h
locked, twenty-Hainutes later, when b.
reached the courts; although a bril-
liant play was being made, and Their
was scattering OF applause. Hi
eyes instantly found Harriet's figure
she was still talking to the French
man, whose olive face vas glowing
with interest and admiration, and no
more than eight Inches, Richart
thought, from her own. Harriet's owl
face wore the shadow of. a smile, he
lashes were dropped, and she wa:
gently pushing the point of her closet
parasol into the green turf. Thu
chairs In which they sat had beef
slightly turned from the court.
Richard engaged himself In CONVEX
sation with two or three men ant
women who were watching the young
sters' game, aud presently found him
self ~appiauding his son for a brillian
ace. But after perhaps i've minutes
he walked quite without volition
straight to Harriet's neighborhood
and she rose at once introduced he
new friend, and with q glance at he
wrist, announced that she must go. !.
Ward said he would drive me hom,
the instant it was over" said Harriet
clapping heartily for The. triumphan
finish OF the sci. =
.FI1 drive you home r Richard said
Instantly. 1--WE the small car"
s'Friday night ~ Harriet smiled. Fol
Friday night was the night for q mena
dinner and poker game at the scountr!
club. and Richard usually liked to b.
there.
q can come hack r. he persisted
suddenly caring more For this conces
sion than anything else IN the world
Without another word she agreed
babe her Frenchman what seemed I.
Richard ii. vollb1e good-by, and Whel
the bowling officer disappeared turnet
with d reminiscent smile.
And now Whatf
eyNhere did you learn 10 chattel
French that way Richard said
Leading the way to the line Of parker
motorss 5
Oh, We lived n Paris-old Mrs
Rogers and I,,' Harriet reminded hin
carelessiy. And reaching the littl,
rise of ground that lay between q,
clubhouse and the parking field, 81,
stood still, looking o1 across the ~
nuisife snread OF deIds and yalleYle