The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1925-05-29

tnat was an improvised lobby, l no
tlced a very thin man with a cap
pulled over eyes and a cigarette |
dangling from his lips. He had evil
gently been aroused from his sleep |
Dy our voices. l walked outside while !
l waited and then something prompt |
ed me to look inside the lobby. The
man IN the cap had shuffled over to
the desk and was bending over the
register. There was an eager alb
sorption in his manner.
1t seemed hours before we reached
Miami but glancing at my wrist
watch In the arc light, I discovered
LhaC we had been driving emily about
forty-tive minutes. 2:45-It was en-
oarraslng to go to the Divines at that
hour when l had never been their
guest before but that fact did not up
set me as much as my mitigation and
the way | had been fiagrantly misun-
oerstoOd by Warren Fisher.
1t would seem that a girl could be
jolly and harmlessly coquettish with
out men putting upon her actions the
wrong Interpretation.
The car stopped at the address l
had given.
The Divines' Italian villa was a
masterpiece of artistic architecture
It's lovely gardens cleaning in the
moonlight, were barher in an ethereal
beauty
Above it hovered an Old World
atmosphere that was strange and
exotic.
There were many lights burning
and so with renewed courage, l ask
ed the maid for Miss Mitchell. Sine
was out but Mrs. Divine had not I'M
dressed as she had just come from a
party. l explained who / was and
the maid said that was expected and
that my room was ready.
| Maybe, it was the longing for my
mother and her swift understanding
that made me ask for Mrs. Divine in
spite of the belated hour. She had q
daughter and mlThe l could pour my
" es OH / er shoulder.
III ait her per I told the
maid and began walking the length
of the tremendous living room with
its tiled floor and high, loaded win.
dows.
'You will pardon my Unconven.
tional attire ?" said voice at my ell
bow, but l had just about retired.
"Oh," she drew back slightly as
faced her, els it really Sallie ?"
1t was only then that l realized m!
disheveled appearance. The long
viniY Crive had whipped nv h;.i
al",; my lace and the scene at thu
Inn must have left my face rale an,
Gra'gl. That mad been d narrowing
eXnerience with Warren ( aaer.
"Somethn g's happened, Mrs Di
vine," [ began and my voice wavere'
81 can't tell you what it was but /
was awful
l put my face in my hands an,
wept cOpiously.
"But my dead child, you must tel
me, for oily in that way car / civ
you any assistance"
tier voice was cold as sunlight d
iclce and there was no touch o
| sympathy IL her manner.
och +. ease don't ask me, it's 10
| miserable" 1 begged, realizing tina
/ Ale Was HOG Cue type VINO WOuu tx
pect any alteration on the part G
another.
! "And the hour!" she ignored my e.
| PLANTATION. eve looked for you abol
dinner time this evening. Indee
there has been enough time for a
most anything to happen" She sigi
ed in evaporation at what she ev
| deLtly thought my perverse silent
ant continued saying:
! well, my dear, Pm sorry you wi
ret iet me do anything for you ar
50 the only suggestion I can MAI
Under the circum Il IL Is, is that W
let me take you % your room Il:
perhaps by morning you will fe
better and more i'll q mood for CO.
versation."
We assembled the long marb
stairway together.
AS l turned from her at the do
of my boudoir, l noticed in the mi
ror that she stood perfectly still al
regarded me for a moment. Over h
face, there swept a questioning lot
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