Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-08-19
Published By special arrangsmens with Ths
ChicaGo Tribune eyndicate)
IN TWO PARTs-PART ONE

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~ ODFREY LORRISON GILL leaned
against the mantel under his faith
er's portrait and faced with all the
desperation Of cornered timidity
the circle Of his mothers relatives. To
an Imagination whose natural powers
were heightened by the previous imbib-
ing Of q number OF courage invoking
cocktails to which the mild n slipping
Of his birthday luncheon had put q Gull
minating touch of extravaganza, the peo-
pie there present became a pack OF hum
cry wolves. squatting. lolling. watching.
closer, waiting only for h In
evitable collapse of his weak defiance for
a fleshing OF their fangs..
Great Aunt Hilda, leader Of the pack.
In nursery days his prototype Tor
what great teeth you
Chewing just perceptibly the Bit
ter cud of her disapproval, Aunt Jessica
praying without conviction for his soul;
Emily. excited. secret over her i'm
OF Gill iniquity: Uncle Martin
cynically impatient, and Uncle Martins
wife. ready to defend her mate against
an impossible faltering OF cynicism;
Uncle George, who had long ago and in
public washed his hands OF that young
Gill Of Mary's"; Cousin Rowena, who
didn't quite dare to pity him; Cousin
Fred, who "only wished they'd hand the
unspeakable young hound over to him,
he'd know how to handle him"-they
we're all there; to do him honor" his
own mother in their midst. facing him,
a corner stone in the marble arch OF
censure with which they overawed him;
his beautiful, resigned n weary moth
err, SO slender under the burden OF her
ugly memory Of Gill's behavior; his
mother, Mary Lorrison, who alone Of her
race, and its idol, had achieved beauty
and grace and distinction without losing
the sturdy inevitable Lorrison respecta-
bility. his mother in whose sick expert
ence of marriage. the Lorrisons had seen
their virtue crucifed, an unavailing sac
riice. How they had hated his father
and how they were now at liberty to hate
his fathers son, Of age today and pill
loried there below his abominable first
cause, the living embodiment Of their
prophecies.
Lorrison knew, without turning to look,
how inevitably like that portrait he ap-
peared, how he, too, seemed to waver, to
shrink back as its pictured occupant
seemed always anxious to shrink into
the background, to escape; wasn't that
in truth the keynote OF his inheritance
That longing to escape by no matter
what dark and tortuous channels, back
stairs, side exits, from reality? II only
young Lorrison now thought, he might
escape from this mel
80 you haven't really decided yet or
any occupation for him, Nary"
Mary's shrug carried into action the
tired despair Of her eyes. just now rest
ing with q sort Of resignation Of ma
ternity upon her son.
Since he failed so disastrously In
Bruce's of1ce-no. I thought perhaps
you, Martin, might
"Uncle Martin would hate to see me In
that pretty new Office of his, mother
said Lorrison. forestalling a protest from
Uncle Martin which would have beer
less ambiguously worded.
"You can't blame him, can you, Marl
dearest-after what happened to Bruce?'
This from Uncle Martins wife.
Mary flushed, but her eyes showed thei
CLEAN of bitter ridicule.
"N-no, I honestly can'tl But you see
Martin-well, George. then! Lorry hasn'
quite found himself. a he? Doesn'
know just where his real aptitudes ma,
lie." but she spoke without conviction
so ooh, we know where t-iey lieI' wa
the retort unanimous.
The young man whose aptitudes wer
SO frankly limited at Strengthened a trify
from his long and slender SLOUGH. H
lOOhCQ UP ~ lAlIlll oAdCiOAA6 hc Aa
der the shelter of an arm to ward OF
blows.
II bet you could explain me a who'll
lot better to mother If I went out" h
murmured. you've all lone justice II
my birthday, thank you. II you'll ex
cuse me, It's nearly four o'clock. Luncl
was at one, you have had me all to your
selves for three hours"
Great Aunt Hilda, using her stick, ros
x~x1L~~~x.1wr H. 4o~yro ~ 4o ~{on stYy
are going. Since your son, Mary, turn
us out Of his fathers house, we ar
going"
MANY happy returns Of the day." NUT
tered young Lorrison and dropped hi
wine glass which shattered merrill
against the hearth.
When he had Strengthened from push
ing the glass into the fire, the Lorrison
we're punched half in and half out c
the front hall. 1t was a magnificent hal
once planned and executed by q Gill wit
the once great Gill fortune which God
frey Lorrison's father had gone far t
dissipate. This house was q sort
mausoleum to the New York name {
GIL. 1t was empty. however. OF an
corpse except the martyred one OF Mary
youth and OF her possible hopes for Lol
The good-bys OF her relatives to poo
dear Mary" were today excessively tende
Great Aunt Hilda kissed her three time
Lorrison wondered how his mother boz
the great nut cracking impact Of thos
Jaws.
She came back into the room, lookir
particularly pale, proud and unapproact
able. Don't go yet, Lorry. I want 20
for a moment. Mathew Adriance will
here for tea"
"Good Lord, he won't want to see m
Have I got TO-"
She was at that a tall and formidab
mother before whose look he shrunk. al
tectly apologizing.
Eyes. you have indeed got to- s
down. Try to recover from the effects
the cocktails you drank before coming
late for dinner-keeping your CUES
waiting. in order I suppose, to make
especial exhibition OF your-birthdi
compliment to me-"
Lorrison crumpled into the neare
chair. wilted there, picking lamentab
at his fingers.
He was still wilted and still pickil
when Adriance, unannounced, stepps
into the long. silent, handsome room VI
on which the portrait Of that intern
husband brooded with it's uncertain fu
tive countenance.
The newcomer, q great lion of o mt
with q high head, a pince-nez, a tig
mouth and q brilliant eye. direct for 10
or hatred, exchanged with Mary q Ion
expressive look.
Have you. MaryP"
mot yet"
"Ah. Lorrison. Your birthday, isn't 1t
A handshake was perfunctorily e
changed. Lorrison. however, managed
smile. He smiled easily enough and 6
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