The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1926-04-09


suddenly l was swept by a cataclysm
of revulsion and doubt. l hated my
self for having been fiirtatiOus and
for having encouraged Darlington
Pierce. / felt impelled to leave the
smOke-clouded rooms and get back to
the wholesome environment of Cur
tisS protecting love-
DisapprOval must have manifested
itself upon my face for he resumed
the conversation in a pleading voice.
"See, l have offended you and | am
deeply apOlOgetic," he said, "but do
not censure me toe sternly because it
is not my fault. Can one help but
admire the rainbow as it CLEANS
through fragrant mist or fail to be
thrilled at the first moist violets of
Spring? Can one be held responsible
for the joyousness that comes with
the flash of a blue-bird's wing across
a patch of sunny sky or sit unmOved
through symphony of Brahms ?"
He paused mOmentarily and by
some feminine intuition l knew that
he was about to make a declaration
of love.
Nor can l repress my"
Please dOn'tl l pleaded, lifting my
hand. You're running our friendship
and creating an impossible situation
for us both. Go back to LemOyne.
She is free to offer you something
In return for your love- | can not.
| am in love with my husband. Good
Night"
It was perhaps none too courteous
a thing to do but while the others
were engaged in music and CONVEX
sation / slipped quietly up the stairs
secured my wrap, and then, Just as
lnconspicuOusly, stepped out of the
house into the chill, Autumnal beauty
of the night
THE GATHERING STORM.
| hailed passing cab.
AS is the custom with most taxi
cabs in Paris, the top of the small
car had been lowered and l welcomed
the breeze, which was cool and re-
freshing, as it whipped my hair
across my face.
| was determined to tell Curtiss
everything that had happened, not
discriminating the young musician
however, but placing the blame en-.
tirely upon myself. was suffused
with regret for not having returned
to him Immediately after the Opera
but | would explain and l feel con-
fident that everything would be all
right. Curtiss was so fine. and l real
lied all over again, that his devotion
for me was by far he greatest thing
in my life.
| opened the door. The room was
dark. No doubt Curtiss had retired
but I switched on the light and saw
him sitting beside the window smok-
ing his pape as he was accustomed
10 do when he was absorbed or wor-
ried, or both.
"HOney-dearl" I exclaimed, "what
on earth are you doing up so late ?
Why, it's almost morning -"
was stopped by the harsh expression
on his face.
Don't you think it would be more
becoming to US both, if l asked vou
that?" he shot back.
Alarmed by his sudden coldness. I
moved swiftly in his direction.
sweetheart" I began.
Never mind about that" he swept
aside the term of endearment. "there
are a few things I want Won to ex-
plain, if it isn't asking too much. .
Sarcasm coloured his voice. "In the
first place what's the idea of conoino
home alone in a Paris taxi this time
OF night? And what kind of Opera Is
1t that lasts until two o'clock? n
the third place I presume you've beer
IN the all-absOrbing company of Bar.
flngton Pierce. After this, we eth
er go to parties together or we STOW
at home." 9''''