Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-03-18

ventured Rosamund, timidly. II am afraid
that it will be very windy and cold here
and-and difficult to get things
"Nonsense!" said Miss Brett, firmly.
THE place is very convenient. You've been
here a whole season, and that ought to be
enough for any girl. / believe in young
people enjoying themselves, but it can't be
pleasure all the time
Rosamund had heard this SO often that
it had no effect on her; she knew that Miss
Brett meant well and was really not such
a bad old lady at all and that 1t would be
useless to try to shake her delusion that
to watch others having "a good time was
to have IA good line yourself; she was
really persuaded that she had provided
Rosamund with a round of enjoyment by
taking her (as a spectator) to a series of
fashionable and ~"select" health resorts.
Tn afraid" she added, now kindly, but
still more firmly, you will have to make
the best of It," And she concluded as
R"osamund dutifuily assisted her across
the corridor TO her luxurious ground floor
rooms, why you modern young women
don't get married Is too much for me; there
are plenty of men about, and you've got
so much liberty.
Rosamund smiled as she returned to the
public sitting room plenty of men," yes,
but not one of them had ever looked at her.
Why should theyf
She wasn't pretty nor clever nor rich
nor impudent.
No, Rosamund was one of those people
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a rare type that never goes In nor ont of
fashion but always is there, not often seen,
however, and still less often noticed: she
was timid, quiet, sensitive, with absolutely
no belief in herself whatever; she was
twenty-five and all her life had stood in
the background tagging" for others, first
for her father, an impecunious country
doctor; then, on his death, for her married
sister: then, when she went to Canada as
companion to old Miss Brett; being a
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to earn a living; her sister called her help
less and her father had always said there
wasn't much backbone to her, while Miss
Brett, luxuriating also in her virtues,
found her agreeably foolish.
She looked out now at the long line OF
gray esplanade, the outer line of gray sea,
the sky heavy and dark as metal, and Won
dered quite how she was going to bear
this-all the winter.
Miss Brett slept after lunch for two
hours; two hours every day to sit In the
hotel waiting for a possible call-two more
hours after tea for her time or and
| then the evenings
The library was closed; the hotel had
ceased to take any papers: and Rosamund
never received any letters save an occa-
sional dutiful epistle from the sister In
Canada that brought no thrill.
A pathetic little figure In her dowdy
serge frock with her wistful face that was
so young and soft to look SO quiet and
melancholy as she stared out at the blank
prospect. The rain had begun to fall, and
Rosamund desperately watched one big
drop chase another big drop down the pane
and disappear In a cascade into the win
dow frame.
IF it's going to be wetI' she murmured
in anguish.
And then the hotel motor bus swept into
sight along the esplanade, a cheerful CLEAN
of scarlet, and stopped outside the hotel
veranda. There was actually luggage
proper, important looking travellers lug
gage-on top and two people inside.
Hosamund tingled with excitement,
though common sense told her that these
must be stray wanderers stopping for a
mere night on their way home.
Still, for a moment, 1t was something to
watch, and Rosamund, from behind the
heavy damask curtain, stared with avidity.
Two travellers.
A man and a woman. English. Extremely
Smart"
This was Rosamund's first quick sum-
ming up. As there was nothing else to
look at, she proceeded to examine the two
new arrivals very closely as they entered
the hotel and came down the lounge.
The woman was notably attractive, but
not notably young. Her clothes and her
manner were the last word In modernity
her garments we're so elegant and uncom
mon that she woul have been conspicuous
anywhere AZ a woman Of taste, money, and
some daring.