Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1922-01-19

ing or myers. Appearances meant
nothing to Tony, and she had let the
play go too far now to convince him
that she did not return something of
his feeling.
She looked down at him now, con-
tent to be alone with her and at her
feet and a hundred mixed emotions
stirred her. Ills feeling for her was
not only pitiable and absurd in him,
but It was rapidly reaching the point
when 1t would make her absurd and
pitiable, too. Nina, instinctiyely
seeming the affair, had already ex-
pressed herself as "hating that idiot"
Ward had scowIed, of late, at the mere
mention Of Tony's name. Even her
husband, the patient Richard, seeing
the youth ensconce himself firmly be-
side her In the limousine, had had
aside his mild comment: us this young
man fixture In our family, dearg
"You should be playing tennis.
Tony" said isabelle.
Tennis /" A look Of distaste crossed
Anthony's face.
please Cherie |" he begged.
There was q silence trimming with
sweetness and color. Tony laid his
hand against her knee, CROPPED until
her own warm, smooth fingers were In
his own.
"Does Mr.. Carter play golf tomor-
row." he asked. presently.
II suppose sol"
a H.
"0h / have a full dayi People to
lunch, friends Of Madame Carter"
The boy laughed triumphantly.
Il knew you'd say thatl" he said.
Nov, Ill tell you about tomorrow.
You and I are going to slip away, at
about one o'clock, and go, of in the
gray car Wen 90 up to-weil, some
where, and wen have our lunch under
the trees. Well be back at about four,
for the tea callers, and they may have
you until / come back for dinner.
After dinner we'll walk on the terrace
-as we did two wonderful, wonderful
nights ago, and perhaps" His voice
had fallen to a rich and tender note,
his eyes were rapt. Perhaps" he
said, "just before we go in, at the
end Of the terrace, you'll look up at
the stars again"
'Tonyiv Isabelle interrupted, her
face brilliant with color. my dear
boy-my dear boy, think where this
is going to end. In all reason-in all
reason
isabelle, what in Gods name has
reason to do with it, He knelt be-
fore her, and caught her hands, and
Isabelle had a terrified fear that
Ward, on Nina, or any one else, might
start up or down the terrace steps and
see him. 1.-THE instant you realize
what you and are to each other, my
darling" he said, "you begin to talk
of reason. Love isn't reason, Cherle.
It's the dlvfnest unreason in the
world Cherie, there's never been
another woman for me; there never
will bel cant live without you: ]
don't want to- You're frightened now,
you don't know how we can manage
1t. But I'll find the way. The only
thing that matters is that you must
belong to me-you shall belong to me
las to you in every fiber Of my be
ing"
'aTony-for Heavens sake Isa-
belle was In an agony. Somebody was
approaching. He had gotten to his
feet, and was gloomily staring at the
river, when Nina Carter, followed by
great white Russian hound, came
flying down the steps.
Mother" Nina, tall, overgrown
girl, with spectacles on her straight
nose, and straight, light-brown hair In
thick braids, stopped short and gave
her mothers companion look Of
whitening distaste. Mother" she be-
gan again, "aren't you coming up for
tear"
ASK Betty Allen to pour" said
Mrs. Carter, regatning her composure
rapidly, and assuming the air OF host
ess at once.
Betty went home for tub" Nina
explained. "She's coming back. But,
Mother" she added, with family re-
proachful and whining intonation,
"really, you ought to be there"
Mrs. Carter knew this as we'll as
Nina. But she found the child ex-
tremely trying In this puritanical
mood. Granting that this affair with
Tony did her, Isabelle, small credit.
at least 1t was not for Nina to sit Ia
Judgment. Rebellious, Isabelle fondled
the loving nose of the hound with 1
small, brown, jewe1ed hand. and
glanced obviously at Tony's uncom-
promising back.
'Trot back, Nina, love-" said She to
her daughter, cheerfu1ly,. land ask
Miss Harriet to come out and pour.
III be there directly. Wen come right
up. Run along |"
To Nina, In this ignominous dismiss
sal, there was sweet. She adored Miss
Harriet" the Miss Field who had
been her governess and her mothers
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