The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1925-05-14

ing drifted with the shafts of mellow
moonlight that fell across the table. A
charming sorceress lurked somewhere
in the purple shadows, eager to drop
her mantle of enchantment about my
shoulders. 1t was impossible to re-
main indoors minute longer, so fol-
lowing my impulse, | made my way
through the gay groups of diners and
out to the open terrace that formed
the entrance to the building.
Warren Fisher was standing a few
feet from me in close conversation
with chuffeur to whom he seemed to
be giving implicit directions. When
he saw my figure framed in the door
way he came hurriedIy forward and |
noticed he was slightly embarrassed.
Pardon the delay, ma cherie" he
apologized, "but I'm rather particular
about the sort of carriage in which
the Queen Of Hearts journeys"
No wonder he had taken so long in
making the arrangements. The car
he hadsecured was thing of marvel
GUS beauty. Long and svelt Of line
with smart top that had been drop
ped. We climbed into the soft lux
urious depths of the rear seat and the
motor purred deliciousIy as the car
moved steadily forward.
Remember the lesson Of the hi
discus flower and let's give ourselves
completely to the glories of the mo-
moment Warren Fisher whispered as,
with tender consideration he tucked
the robe about me. "The rest of the
world sleeps in stupid ignorance of the
most perfect time of the twenty
hours, getting ready for the grubby
routine of the morrow. Do not fret
about the time, Adoree, but listen to
the cadence of the 0cean--it is like
certain little notes in your laughter
that come through my dreams to
haunt me-"
Under the robe hand reached for
mine--found it and held it closely.
An nnwinding road skipped ahead in
the cleaning moonbeams and beck
oned us to follow. The perfume of
the oleander mingled with the unmis-
taxable fragrance of yellow jasmine
and became a part of the soft, balmy
air through which we were passing.
A musical voice close to my ear
whispered compliments that touched
spark of romance somewhere in my
being. Warren Fisher was a connoi-
seur Of women. He found me most
desirable and yet CurtissWright had
openly ignored me. Life was indeed
complicated matter. | loved Curtiss,
but because of his indifference the
magnetism of the man beside me was
compelling and his words--always per-
sonal-were reassuring.
Suddenly the car lurched to one side
of the road and came to a sudden stop
with grinding noise of brakes quick
ly applied.
Instantly the chauffeur was out and
with raised hood hunted for some ex-
PLANTATION Of the cars unexpected be-
havior. He evidently discovered the
reason for he shook his head decisively
and came back to where we were sit
ting.
Sorry sir" he said, "but the trans
mission is out of order and it'll be
morning before | can get the neces-
sary parts to fix it. I'll walk back to
the town we've just passed and see if
can get some accommodations for
you and the lady"
Accommodation" | exclaimed
''we1l do nothing of the sort--We'll
get another car, surely. Warren you
mustn't think of listening to what this
man is saying | was indignant.
He must be mistaken" Warner
answered, THAT is-about the car
though If he should be correct, th'
only thing we could possibly do woul'
be to walk back to the village and ge
as comfortable located as possible. 4
car this time Of night would be un
heard Of"
Then followed a conversation be
tween them which resulted in Ware
consulting his watch and saying, Sal
lie, you won't be unreasonable and
know it, now viii you darling? It
past midnight. The car is absoIutel
out Of order. BY the time we could hop
to have another sent to US it would
morning Take my advice. Let m
make you comfortable in the Inn bac
yonder and we'll drive on in the earl
freshness of the morning"
"Oh, but Warren, what win the ID