Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-06-03

the gentlemen without exception, and
whatever their present entanglements
seemed to be, adored Celia and regarded
Norton as some sort of indehnable null
sance.
81 know" sighed Celia, and that's why
I love you and" she added malicious
ly-"also find you Irritating. Is that very
wicked? Women always say I'm SO fond
Of SO and so because he never makes love
to me, but they don't quite mean it,
It'll be true in this case" I said grim
ly; Il refuse TO sacrifice myself to your
vanity"
"Oh, don't say that-it's my fate"
All very happy and placed. I saw
Celia perhaps twice a week-my hotel
was not far from her apartment. Some
times / dropped in for tea and sometimes
l took her and Norton to supper after the
theater. Monsieur Rameau did manage
to give one or two parties to which I
was taken, | suspect, as an additional
buffer. On the second Of these occasions
jealousy in all its phases and scowling
furiously at Celia while a Monsieur Eel
Ter played Ravel on the piano. Celia,
despite her smooth shining beauty, was
not, you realized the more you saw her,
destined for complete composure.
The end Of March was approaching,
and soon / would be going home. Every
INV 6Aio tAAS1A (piAt @ TO- AiN
the sky was blue above the Luxembourg
Gardens and there was in the air a soft
smell of grass, n there was, too, in the
air the gentle goodness Of spring. Winter
Is the time when one does not care what
happens. On one such day, about four
in the afternoon, I strolled in the direc-
ton Of Celia's apartment. I had about
made up my mind to counsel Celia to
marry Norton whether she loved him very
deeply or not. To this 1 could add the
typical American tag, And If after a
while you can stand 1t, you kn1w, you
can always divorce him" Since before
a month would be out / would again be
in my native land my thoughts naturally
had become once more gently rigid and
quietly interfering.
Sunlight fingered In the little street
where Celia lived and made my medi-
tative footsteps even slower. / inquired
from the concierge If Mademoiselle
Vaughan was in and was told that she
was, but 1 knew that already, for I had
t~elephoned. 1 was therefore unhappily
astonished when, pausing before Celia's
door, I heard voices-mainly one voice,
loud, oratorical, continued. Celia must
be studying @ part with some one" ]
thought, and rams the bell. The smiling
maid answered, but she wasn't smiling
just then; she looked disturbed n re-
sentful. She took my hat and coat and
announced me-, and then ducked into the
kitchen and shut herself In. AS / ap-
preached the curtains that guarded the
drawing room I recognized Rameau's
voice, distinct and beautiful and angrily
French.
mo, I will not shut up" he was say
ing. II shall have my say. / shal ask
this Monsieur-this friend Of yours. He
is a mature man; he will understand. II
is shocking; 1t cannot go on"
I paused astonished. Then Rameau was
on the same GRAND as myself. How
a~musing-in a grim way. And what 9
story to tell my American friends whc
imagined all Frenchmen were without
scruples. Any sort of knowledge of them
told you that although their scruples die
not always coincide with yours. theil
code was equally severe. / had misIudgec
Rameau. / had mistaken Indignation fol
jealousy, and all this talk about the
French stage was probably nonsense, a:
most generalities of the kind were.