The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-07-29

She began to fling her clothes into her
bags, but there came a great knocking on
the door Of the studio. Dorothy's heart
stood still-was this Marco returning?
you go down and open it." suggested
her mother. ST don't feel much like it."
Dorothy, her mother following her.
walked slowly down the steps to the
studio and opened the door into the
garden. On the threshold stood the
agent and the tall man in the checked
ulster. And Dorothy, partly because she
felt that she still had to play some sort
Of part in front Of her mother but large
ly because she was unafectedly relieved,
flung herself into the folds of the ulster.
She felt Mr.. Blodgett's arms tighten and
relax as If in paralyzing surprise. "Oh,
Henry" she said, "Im so glad to see you.
Take me out to lunch right away. Wait
until I get my coat n hat"
She dashed up the stairs and returned
IN a moment, pushing the bewildered
Mr.. Blodgett out Of the door and toward
the archway. Then she stopped. Wait
a minute" she said, "I've forgotten some
thing" She went back to the studio.
Her mother, smoking a cigaret, was sit
ting by the table reading one Of her
novels.
Dorothy paused in the doorway.
Marco will beat you. won hep" she
asked.
81 suppose So" said Madame Marco,
without looking up. She turned a page.
} That's the way I did when father tried
to talk to me-" thought Dorothy. well,
she needn't worry won't try to kiss
her" Out loud she said, IT will send for
my runks after a while, and I'm going
to give you that three thousand, YOU
know-for your life. I always meant to,
but I didn't like you methods. No,
; don't thank me. 1t is I h owe you a
! lot-you've cleared my min Of I don't
1 know how many decisions. G%ood-by."
h turned about and crossed the
muddy little garden and found Mr.. Blod-
gett beyond the archway, one foot rest
. ing tenderly on the step of a waiting
\ taxicab.
E Say" he asked, hadn't we better ask
Y your mother, too?"
"Oh, no." gasped Dorothy. "She never
a goes out-shes an invalid. Let's go to
the nearest restaurant"
They found a small hotel on the banks
Of the Seine. Before the window where
they sat the glistening traffic slid past.
> Dorothy ate hugely.
: Paris is doing you good, amt it?"
said Mr.. Blodgett. With unexpected tact
= he had not asked a single question.
= Dorothy finished her coffee. Lots" she
- answered, absent-mindedly. She had
been thinking. Never in all her life had
she felt so much alone, such a child
- in a fierce world, as she did at present
so much alone. save for the presence Of
Mr.. Blodgett. He was comforting. What
a nice face he had really! She liked older
20 men.
- Now if you married some one like VIII
- liam Hewitt, instead of being protected,
~ in about five years-when William Hew-
~ lit really grew up-you would have to
spend your time protecting him from
~ other women. That was always the
~ trouble with the overly good, conscien-
az tious young man.
And william Fonda del ComercioP Ugh
re Dorothy's nose wrinkled. His eyes were
the eyes of a young Marco. But she
would ave to cable some one She
% couldn't be alone any more, she JUS
al couldn'tl Now that she was free, in
way not possible to her anger while sh'
~ had been imprisoned, she realized II
what a ~singularly unpleasant and We
not abnormal position she had been
~ Nowadays more and more incidents, tina
~ to an earlier generation would hav
he seemed impossible, were happening. Tina
" was one Of the costs Of liberty. William
So- Hewitt she Supposed-that was wher
- her cable would go, but oh, how terrible
~ She wished Mr.. Blodgett were younger
oh that he wasn't so queer looking, that n
= spoke more dramatically. In her pres
6v ent state of mind it seemed to her this
NJ she might easily fall in love with M
80 Blodgett-for his protectiveness, If moth
ing else. What must he think Of he
any way, greeting him that way?
Inv Apparently he was thinking nothing 6
all, for he pushed back his cup, lit
cigar n called to a waiter for the bill
ard And what do you want to do now?" h
nal asked in the large manner Of the some
what nervous entertainer.
ST must send a cable" said Doroth
She must explain to Mr.. Blodgett hi
embrace at the door Of the studio;
might hay aroused false hopes.
rco She grew red and stammered.
III you must have thought me vel
ure when L." She paused, discovery
lea from the look on Mr.. Blodgett's face tht
| d she had been guilty Of bad taste ar
ues that, in this instance, it was he who W
ASo the more delicate.
she His eyes avoided hers. "You needr
% have worried about that, you know. I
a fool, but not quite as big a n
~ that. You were frightened"
Ing "Oh, I'm sorry" Dorothy's eyes I'LL
with tears and she leaned across Il
table. ST wish I could do something I
ink you. You can come to see me all "
her want"
Of Mr.. Blodgett laughed.
ome you've lone a lot already" he sal
airs, who ever kissed me like she was real
ler's glad to see me. Want me to send tn
THY cable for you? I can send it from t
he'd office outside"
gln Dorothy hesitated, and then, almC
- like a revelation, although, as alwa
'ven the processes leading up to the r~evelati
ven had been slow, she understood whom s
oO wanted to see. Something Of the psych
=: logic truth that If you want to be fl
"lCn frequently the best way to start is
Ger - h.. sonoethtnS ~ {{ba snSie1+ 1D,s5,
2ne that you can never be free by freei
pc yourself from the people close TO "
: az For the first time in her life she fell
her 5oor +ired Reod nooy ,nerticI1Iote Ijns
arco she IoorsS IN
was Voc - 49, soid UT,u u-,ta a ont
cell 70 ~ fefber"
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