Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-05-27

hand lingeringly. Celia smiled at him as
he lifted his head, and In her eyes was
tne amused WEAKNESS of the woman who
signs, We'll, being a man. you know
what men are. Absurd creaturesl"
some other time" she murmured,
and her softened eyes contained the
further message, but being q man, YOU
also know what women are"
we LETT Monsieur Rameau with many
pieoges OF undying friendship n walked
down the dark passageway in silence.
Celia must have detected my mood, for l
caught her looking at me once or twice,
n as we stepped into the street and
norton went TO the curb to hail O taxi
she slipped her hand under my arm.
l. You mustn't believe all you see" she
Dreathed. You mustn't, you mustn't
l told you Paris had it's limitations. I
didn't mean all this meeting-I tried to
prevent it."
you have reached forty you will have
learned what Celia had just said is in
Varlaply said by the sheep and goats
allke. We drove gloomily across the river
IN the direction of Celia's apartment. 1
thought Norton one of the stupidest
young men I had ever met, SO stupid
that, even granting his present Ill humor,
winch l supposed was due to my pres
ence, one suspected illness and an en-
tire crushing out of initiative. He was
SO stupid and Celia SO silent that after
q While l could stand 1t no longer and
decided that no matter how I felt l must
make a deliberate attempt to be cheer
ful. | succeeded so we'll that Celia, with
her natural b~litheness, eventually re-
sponded. and she and I were chatting
amicably by the time we reached her
door. Here Norton produced another sur
prise, for he got out and looked at his
watch and remarked gruffiy. i've only
got fifteen minutes to get up to Mont
parnasse," and strobe off with scant
goodbyes.
Celia rang the bell for the concierge.
and q clicking latch admitted us into a
dark hall at the end Of which were
twisting stone stairs. We assembled these
and Celia inserted her latchkey in a door
on the second landing and led the way
into a pleasant low ceilinged drawing
room. An elderly spare lady, dressed in
black, who was embroidering beside a
lamp In n corner, got to her feet and
smiled at us.
"Mademoiselle d'Antin. this is a great
friend OF my family, OF my uncle's. And
now you can go to bed, you poor thing.
Why do you stay up?"
Il was anxious to finish my part Of the
altar cloth. You will find wine and
sandwiches in the dining room"
In almost any other country but
France, Mademoiselle d'Antin, her ap-
p~earance, the task at which we had
found her, even the aristocratic prefix to
her name, would have allayed my suspi-
cious or at least have confused them still
further, but the French are rationalistic.
1t is quite possible for them to look like
Mademotselle d'Antin, to embroider altar
cloths and yet give way to circumstances.
The attitude of a Mademoiselle d'Antin
toward a young woman of fashion n a
young actress would be quite different.
But again. I told myself, what did it
matter. l did not expect to see much of
Celia-I would be in Paris only a couple
OF n ~longer-and Celia Just as she
was was charming n her apartment
Just what you would expect 1t to be; q
lovely room of read books and aged fur
niture and places designated for sitting
down quietly and comfortably, and, be-
yond, q dining room paneled with gray
painted wood and tWinkling with candles
and silver.
We sat at a small polished table and
drank claret and ate delicate food pre-
pared by Mademoiselle d'Antin's slim fin
gers. Celia evidently felt that some ex-
PLANTATION was necessary. HE really is q
dear boy" she said, referring to Norton,
and a good friend of mine. / feel dead
fully sorry for him. He's been so i'll
he was gassed In the war, and it's been
only recently that he's been even half a
man"
What's he do?"
Celia with the professionals matter of
factness about any sort of lob. SO long as
1t was not too dishonorable, answered,
Dancing"
How do you mean?"
He dances in a cafe at M~ontparnasse
at night and at some the dansant dur
ing the afternoon
What kind of dancing?"
Every kind, fancy dancing at night,
and with fiappers mad old ladies and
American tourists In the afternoon"
n noticed the Loo of dislike that
crossed my face.
oh, you mustn't do that" she said
tolerantly. as one would to a child. "He
can't help himself. People have to live,
you know. What do you expect? His
family are rich and live In Cleveland.
what did they ever train him to do? The
war came when he was in collere, and