Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-07-01

But II girls like that bleached blonde
| attract him, what sort Of a life would 1t
be with him? I will not watch any man
and / won't marry q man h is suscept-
lible."
So she displayed her personality.
Mick didn't say much about 1T either.
He told his mother not to worry.
"Joan's q peach Of q girl, mother, and
nobody knows 1t better than I do. But
If she hasn't any tolerance for anybody
we simply wouldn't get anywhere. III
! do ANYTHING on earth for Joan except
lie down and let her walk over me-"
They were both very resolutely cheer
full about the whole thing and extremely
active. Mick didn't dramatically throw
his things into a bag and get a train
back to Chicago. He insisted that his
mothers vacation should not be curped
and she wanted to stay, hoping against
all the indications that things might
clear up. He played golf and danced now
and then In the evening and spent a
good many hours walking up n down
alone, assuring himself that he was right.
But he looked as II his rest was extreme
ly firing. Joan, at Crestlow, went out q
great deal and wore her best looking
clothes and was very modern and frank
about her break with Mick, talking free
ly about the yellow peril.
AhIlc 1cIlRlG WIS " LII bilC Vbo
ern. She was playing the Oldest and
most skillful game in the world, the
J game Of allure and desire, and she was
playing 1t to win, alone. Her lawyer was
not helpful. He wrote her that her ex-
husband had practically no chance Tor
financial rehabilitation. Every day IL
seemed to her that 1t was harder ana
harder to conceal the edges OF dark hair
under the blonde waves. She had a lit
tie piece of property that she marketed,
but the sale of that would barely pay
her hotel expenses And she did not
dare use up the last Of her cash in beau
ty parlors until she knew what was hap
pening next. Because she was rather
brutally up against 1t she was less con-
fdent than usual. Mr.. Panton, with ha-
bitual and trained caution, took his time.
We'll" said Mick, meeting her n
morning and smiling rather grimly. how
are you? How goes itp"
How goes what?"
Romance"
she shook her head. "It hasn't come.
yet"
He's a slow worker, isn't hep"
It struck him as he looked at her l n
the strong morning light that she was
older than he had imagined. Then ne
saw something else. Her hat was held
carelessly in one hand in that manner
she affected. Suddenly he leaned toward
her n pushed her hair away from the
parting.
Say" he said, sit is dyed. isn't It'll"
And laughed.
She put her hat on and Joined In the
laugh.
"Of course. But it goes better with
my face that way. 1t needs attention
right now"
Il suppose the Spanish governor was
bunk, toop"
well, since you ask me, he was what
you might call publicity"
$50 Joan said. / seem to be what she
calls gullible, all right"
Whats the matter? I didn't get you
into a row, did II Is that what makes
you look 80 low?"
II got myself into It,"
Where do / come in, them"
"Oh, she thought I'd fallen for your
line. I guess she was pretty nearly right
at that. She knows more about hair
and -history-than / do"
But the rest of what I told you" said
Carts, beginning. :.
why. sure" said Mick. its all truei
But I've a hard luck story Of my W
that I'm telling Just now"
And he went away.
Carts looked after him. She was pale
and she looked fully thirty-f1ve at the
moment, which was her accurate age.
The look In her eyes was the careless yet
steady one which comes in the eyes OF
Ib6hAbACko AN VA ooioASto ~
others who take risks. But she did not
do anything exceptional. AS was GUS
tomary. she got herself up rather well
for the afternoon, and when she had on
her pale green ensemble and black shade
hat she had shaken of at least ten years
in her wise and mysterious n Mr..
Panton was taking her for a drive.
Where would you like to go?" he
asked when they were seated decorously
in his car.
How about Fairwood? Isn't there a
golf tournament there2"
He hesitated. tits quite far"
ut doesn't matter she said indifer-
emily. Il thought you said you had a
card to the country club there, and
thought we could get a cup Of tea there
and zee the crowd. But II there's any
reason why not"
There was no reason why not. He had
never taken her to places like the Fair
wood club. for he was apt to meet some
acquaintance there, and until he was
sure Of himself he was inclined to keep
Carts fair head under a bushel. How
ever, he did not care to oppose her sug-
gestion.
"FAirwood." he said. "the West Grove
Country Club"