The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-06-16

with I'm Muldoon. He's a policem,
met down there. Miss Kitty hasr
been seen since that night. We we
out to the Pirates Den, the Purp
Pup, Grace Godwin's Carrot, and &
the places where she used to So
cigarettes. None of them have SEE
anything of her."
$50 that really your championsh
hasn't been SO great a help to hi
after all, has it,"
"No."
"And I suppose 1t ruined the bust
ness OF the man that owns the Sc,
Siren"
Il don't reckon SO. I've settled 70
the furniture. And Muldoon say,
when 1t gets gOin' again the Sea Sirel
will do a big business on account o.
the fracas. It's Kitty I'm worried
about"
II wouldn't worry about her If
were you. She'll land on her feet" the
girl said lightly.
Her voice had not lost Its sweet
cadenceS, but Clay sensed in 1t some
thing that was almost a touch Of cool
contempt. He felt vaguely hat he
must have Numbered in describing
Kitty. Evidently Miss Whitford did
not see her quite as she was.
The young woman pressed the start
er button. I'VE must be going home.
l have an engagement to go riding
with Mr.. Bromield."
The man beside the girl kept his
smile working and concealed the little
stab Of jealousy that dirked him.
Colin Whitford had confided to Lind
say that his daughter was practically
engaged to Clarendon BrOmfeld and
that he did not like the man. The
rangerider did not like him either, but
he tried Loyalty t kill his distrust Of
the clubman. If Beatrice loved him
there must be good In the fellow. Clay
meant to be a good loser anyhow.
There had been moments when the
range-rider's heart had quickened with
a wild, insurgent hope. One of these
had been on a morning when they were
riding In the park, knee to knee, In
the dawn of q new clean world. 1t had
to him with a sudden clamor of
the blood that In the eternal rightness |
or things such mornings ought to be
till the youth in them was
quenched in sober age. He had looked
INTO the eyes Of this slim young Diana.
md he had throbbed to the certainty
mat she too In that moment of
glanceS knew a sweet cOnfu-
ZION Of the blood. In her cheeks there
been a quick flame of flying color.
Their talk had fallen from them, and
hey ridden In a shy, exquisite ST.
ence from which she had escaped by
'utting her horse to a canter.
But n the sober sense Of sanity CLAY
new that this wonderful thing was
OF going to happen to him. He was
OF going to- be given her happiness to
old In the hollow of his hand. Bee
Milford was a modern young woman,
ractlcaI-minded, with a proper sense
the values that the world esteems.
clarendon BrOmtield was a catch even
/ New York. He was rich. of a good
im1iy, assured social position, good
'Oking, and m~anifestly in love with
er. Like g~ravitates to like the land
Bromf1eld, too, had no doubt that
ee meant to marry him. He was in
We with her as far as he could be
18th anybody except himself. He
anted her-the youth, the buoyant
e, the gay, glad c~omradeship of her
n he had always been lucky in :
ting what he desired. That was :
e use of having been born with q
yer spoon in his mouth. [
But though Clarendon BromfielC .
d no doubt Of the issue of his suit. +
friendship of Beatrice for this feI- :
v from Arizona stabbed his vanity.
hurt his class pride and his personal IL
f-eSteem that she should take pleas
III the mans society. Bee never q
. been Well-brOken to harness. He Il
his thin lips tight and resolved 81
1t ne would stand no nonsense of u
S sort after they We're married. If
: wanted to flirt it would have to be b.
n some II in their. own set. II
5eatrlce could not understand her
t. She knew that she was bebay-
rather indiscreetly, though she did
fathom the cause of the restless
S that drove her to Clay Lindsay.
truth is that she was longing for
from the empty life she was
ling, had been seeking one for years
bout knowing it. Surely this round
social frivOlitieS, the chatter OF n
Sc silly women ana snug tailor vi
lie men, could not be all there was +
life. She must have been made IA
something better than that. g
nd when she was with Clay she
she had been. He gave her a
On Of life through eyes that had
open, wide spaces, clean, whole
e, and sun-kissed. He stood on his
feet and did his own thinking. II
ply. with both hands, he took hold
problems and examined them
ped Of all trimmings. The man