Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-10-28
Lovely Woman
Hes with Dawes mother. He's a nice

Hes with Dawes mother. He's a mic
child"
The room was crowding now. Their,
were boys home from college for a week
/ end, pomaded, wide trousered, lookinI
lean and sleepless; girls habituated u
luxury; girls not SO free Of 1t; girl
dressed in a kind Of overflow Of fashion
girls desperately making the best OF wha
tney had. Matrons from the provinces
watched the dancing. Middle aged mel
With girls younger than themselves
stray man n wife-a fattish couple
making observations to each other, buy
ers,. probably. filled the gap Then
sleekly across the room. entering by thu
. door farthest from her reserved table
dressed in black that seemed marvelously
spun to closeness around her and wa
edged with citron colored fur, with slip
pers decked with brilliant bizarre clus-
tiers OF something or other, with an air OF
sophistication and simplicity. assurances
and mystery. with a white face, un-
Iougeo but perfectly powdered, and pale
against the narrow frame of black hat
and Tine hint OF ash blonde hair, came
Gwynne Beaumont.
Anne and Miles were directly in her
line OF vision, but she did not seem to see
them until she was close upon them,
They knew that was pose.
"Milesl" she said. And Annel Isn't
this wonderful? I thought you two had
just stepped of the earth. With my new
stage settings In Miles pocket. What
color Is the set in that last act to be,
Miles? I've got to know"
"sky-blue-pink.' said Niles. with a
clever note Of mustard. Suit you hne,
Gwynne." He stood looking at her with
out enthusiasm. Want to sit down and
give us your snappy ideas2"
Il wish I could" accented Gwynne,
but I've a date" Her eyes rested on
Anne for just a second and Withdrew
again.
Anne's ease was unchanged as Miss
Beaumont moved on. carrying all eyes
with her.
isn't she Marvellous she said to
Miles, with the amusement that rose
above everything else for q moment. THE
slightly hoarse imitation society voice,
the lingering adjective. the allure Of
something not quite moral and COM
pletely romantic about her. Yet SO OBJ
vious. Like her name. It's the sort Of
name you expect to See on Sunday sup
plements with pictures Of kings and
dukes hinged about 1t. Just as obvious
as her face, which every man in the
room Is gaping at"
"Liar!" said Miles. I'm notl She
makes me sick to my stomach. You're
infinitely better looking than she is"
A kind OF fury swept into Anne's face.
That's not the question! I'm not.
Oh, l might beat her in some drawing
rooms or on horseback. But that's not
beat her here. Watch her. I begin to
feel. myself. that she's a lady Of mystery
instead Of being really Daisy Winter
whom Glassman found one evening when
he stumbled In the gutter"
rs it her Importance that kept her
from having tea with us?"
More likely it's Dave. l see him COM
ing in"
ping here or ! wouldn't have brought
you." said Miles angrily.
Il did. That was why I suggested
coming" She laughed. But it's not an
attraction I'm proud of"
! He grOened.
"Anne-you mustn't talk like that
Dave is a damned fool n everybody
knows it,"
He's near enough to hear you"
Let himl"
She had seen Dave first. The faint
made Miles sick to see the welcome glow
there rather humbly before this man
who was SO careless Of 1t.
Dave Boyd did not look like an actor,
like one of the most popular actors of
the season. He was apparently as nat
ural as Ann was. as we'll matched to
her careless, patrician name His
St0 ~ AAao CA&A
too dark for makeup to turn florid. He
did not seem nk a man h had been
married years ago, who had come orig
inally from a small town. But thirty
was young and malleable to success.
Miles himself was forty.
There was a quizzical, cocksure smile
on Dawes face as he looked at Anne. 1t
was friendly and irresponsible. AS he
stopped for a second at their table Miles
felt himself enervated, lazy and pallid
in contrast with the eagerness In Dave
that spilled over into cruelty, and bravo
do, and enthusiasm, and appetite.
Hello, lovely womanI" he said, and
Miles remembered hat was what Dave
always called Anne. Il haven't seen o
in a week. What's Miles doing? An
alyzing you? Don't trust him. He's just
getting ideas for one of his rotten books"
mo, / was Analysing the preposterous
Gwynne," said Miles sharply.
rs she here? Where?" Dawes eyes
went around eagerly. II was looking for
her. Got to talk over some scenes. Lord,
I'm late" He hunched his shoulders like
a little boy. I'll get mine all right"
He went quickly across the room to
get his They could see Gwynne's eyes
raised to him In question, then change
to a long, slow, intimate smile, and drop
again In reserve or melancholy-or moth
ing. Dave pulled a chair up, looked over
Jne euBe OF Inc silver mug, ana lauBneu
as he gave his W order to the waiter.
He talked. Gwynne did not.
did you ever want to do something
that would be disastrous and outrage
ous?" asked Anne. Her mout was stiff
When I see her flaunt him like that,
Miles, I could just plain kill herl"
Lets get u of here
Anne rose with one swift movement
and they went to the door. a tall dis
tinguished couple. A few people whis-
pered to each other-"Anne Barrett, the
| plaYWright.n and q few knew Miles. but