The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1925-03-26

DhTR SKILL DluS eyes, lulu cCAoitiN'
lips, the appearance of one well batheC
In ice-cold water, the flexible lean wais
Of a good horseman, the long muscu
lar fingers of q good tennis player
who had not lost the delicacy Of touch
which made him something less than 6
distinguished performer upon a cello
these were the outward lntroductions
which made that particularly admira.
bic little group of British gentlemen
officers find his acquaintance SC
quickly.
Eversby Benham of the R. A. F.
must bear the blame for the months in
which DeWolfe found his great adven-
lure at a time when to Peter adven-
lure had become dull beyond words
and the mind-image Of himself sitting
on q New York park bench, surrounded
by engaging little foreign brats, listen
ing to a h~urdy-gurdy In the summer
dusk, was the most exciting and deli
cious picture c%onjurable from his re-
sourceful imagination of what a won
derful moment of life after a whirl
with war could be. For it was Ben
ham, who only later went home to the
office of the air ministry, and who has
since distinguished himself in the de-
velopment of civil-aying, who first
steered the young American across the
path of Brena Selcoss.
Are you going back?' said Benham.
Home" said DeWolfe, with an at
tempt to say the word without senti-
ment.
RED Cross ladies, Waacs, beautiful
high caste Parisiennes and even the
charming daughter Of you what's
his-name at the peace conference
and still a bachelor! BY the by, De
Wolfe, what happened to your lady
with the gorgeous arms at that fubby
little cafe on the south bank of the
Seine?'
can engaging goddess" said De
Wolfe. "She is, | believe, a p%etticoat
buyer. She tried to conve me into
the Methodist faith. Those beautiful
arms are for the neck Of some Y. NJ. G.
A. man with glasses and a tickling
cough. She borrowed thirty francs
from me and then went off to see a
daughter of hers who is driving an
ambulance near Coblentz,"
"You are well armored, Peter" Ben
ham had said, gazing with a reflective
and perhaps mischievous smile across
the fiat fields of France with their
titled squares and wisp-armed trees
and thin mists of dusk. "By the by, 1
say, doesn't this landscape remind one
Of Corot's paintingsY
DeWolfe grinned.
What would make you fall in love
with a woman?" asked Benham.
almost anything" Peter replied.
But that's not the problem; the prob
lem is what will prevent a man falling
you're saying that any woman
hat is, with the thing you Americans
call a come-on, good or bad-may
make a man fall in love with herr"
81 was saying that we are all hypo-
Such a would touch US
lll-affect any of us-me, for instance.
We are made ready by a wise nature.
Stand by for love- she says, and
youth stands by, Benham. But what's
he use, if that's all? Life is q long
)ull. No dimpled chin should be al
owed to turn the tide. No discourse
If brilliance chartered off like a disk
'ecOrd in q conservatory. No nose
'ull of the faint odor of violets nor
moonlight on a bare shoulder nor a
'atin,y Of the old man. That's what l
That's why most men marry
tut l am hardened by too many ins2ec-
ions of dimpled chins."
From a discreet ~distance?"
Exactly"
you want more than that pull of
he momen or the MONTH"
"To make me give up my WI quar-
ers in New York where the sun comes
a upon my bare ankles and my cof-
ee, and my Jap brings the newspaper
the cigarettes? l should be glad
0 say sol"
"You should try Brena Selcoss."
"WhO is she?' asked Peter care
essly, as he tried his arm out of it's
andage sling.
you like the Manner
II confess"
"Of courSe-SO many names of
romen-just the names-give a man
thrill. Most extraordinary She's
n American and"
He paused.
"Well. what?" asked DeWolfe.
"a puzzle" said Benham. But
zen you are not interested in women"
ITO tell the whole truth, they are
~ only interest except food" Peter J
aid. "The devil of it is that if a man l
aw ten thousand of 'em he didn't i
ant and couldn't love he'd always
xpect year after year until he was t
that the first over the thou
and would be the one. Well, that's {
hat leads us on. We all say, No, '
you when the dish is passed, G