The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-02-04

had brushed it into a great halo Of brown
silk, framing the pearly oval Of her face.
81 wonder" Monroe said, rather visit
fully, whether she ever dreams?"
There's no sign of it," said Miss Leon
ard, kindly and briskly.
III.
There had been a sign once. One summer
day 1.-THE summer after the accident) NOel's
lids had flickered as though she were just
going to lift her fringing lashes and gaze
back into the intent face Of her lover. Roger
had held his breath, thinking another
second and she'll awake
Seconds, minutes, went by. Again his
loves face set into slumbering expression
l~esSnesS.
Days had, passed. Hot sunshine, summer
skie bluer than Swiss gentian, had given
place to. mists which cover and reveal, in
bright, battling vignettes, the valleys far
the first light SHOWS through which
flowers still looked up, blue and yellow,
through the white above their meadows.
! Finally winter had shrouded all in white.
the winter sports people.
Then another spring, summer, autumn.
Now, again, Christmas. Still Noel slept in
that pretty, usual, girlish looking room.
Her silver and enamel toilet toys, a
twenty-first birthday present lay as she
had arranged them, on her dressing table,
Beside her mirror stood the big, scarlet
framed photograph Of Roger Monroe, taken
the week they were engaged (befOre any
portrait Of him had been wanted by the
lpress). On NOel's writing table lay the
newest" novel he had got her Qong for
gOtten). Over her bed rail hung her peach
cOlOred wrap. By the side Of the bed stood
, fur trimmed mOccasins, hardly worn. In
the cupbOards, her empty suit cases, witt
labels. In the wardrobes, her lingerie IN
dainty heaps, and on hangers her sports
kit, her dance dresses Of two seasons ago
4 Would Noel ever dance again2 Or, as hel
8 flapper cousin had asked, will poor Noe
- 10 NkAaA nknI LAn - a. -nn-n - hA
face wrinkles? Fancy If she doesn't wax,
s until we're all deerepit! She won't be abb
q to put on the Lax pink dinner dress
Imagine our hobbling hastily out to Blu!
Don't, Blonde" the family had Choir
. used.
At that date, the American classic hat
T not been written, to surround that yOuni
girl with an aura Of jokes about her name
n Roger Monroe, tramping that snowy 'roa
e away from the chalet, was so deep /
thought that a squad Of Swiss school Chi
dren on their little colored sledges fleV
past him, nearly running him down.
b A typical hotel spinster, leaning over he
balcony, recognized the tall, leather coated
u fur cOllared figure below, "There," though
IL she, sis hat delightful Mr.. Monroe. Owe
here again, poor fellow, to spend Christ
Ig mas with a love who cannot hear or sc
him. Absolutely broken hearted he look
IS It's a q romantic story!" She did not realiz
he that at the back Of most romantic stOriC
: there's another story which is not for ever
= reader.
1.-THE broken heart knows no secou
Spring" says the ballad. A melancholy ii
tiOn, beliedNby the residence Of youth. &c
ltain hearts can no more help growth ar
= change than the lilac bush can help drOl
ping her blossoms, to bud and bloom agaf
"HullOF" A girl in white furs, above
terse white plated skirt, hailed him at q
= turning to the skating pool.
U BlOndeW Rogers dark face ugh
ed up, as though the sun had only no
> risen, to shine full upon t. He shook hand
and walked on towards the skating 20
with his f~iancee's cousin, Oe whom he
n seen a good deal in London for the Ia
half year.
# "JOining our Christmas eve falling par
o tomorrow, ROger2"
Rather"
+ At the time Of his becoming engage
e Monroe had put Noel's cousin down as
lvacuOus flapper. Nothing but giggles, a
= games, and what a chOrtle her form m
head. As for lOOks-well, there was a eli
4 head. AS for lOQks-well, there was agll
Of red in the hair, a CLEAN Of devil in {
II eye, a dash Of authentic crimson on {
mouth, and limbs that danced whateg
she was doing. But she would always
4 One Of those women Of whom critics 4
k forever saying, yet, you know, she Is
fEeallV pretty" fNEphR8iB on the "yet
variant fOf the compliment is, III ,
fpulled her to pieces she'd be plain"
Those two years that had turned
, Iparty's public school boys into undi
graduates, that had turned the undi
graduate, Roger Monroe, into q success
revue writer, what had they done 70 BIOn
!. Leonardo What to Rogers opinion Of hg
e Was It because she had grown from