Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-03-25
Out of Season

anything happened to her-and 1t did. Hel
Aunt Marie had a stroke and asked fol
her"
"oh!"
Evidently Tony Langton thought tina
Rosamund looked dubious, for he FASTENED
to add, Mora Isn't queer, really 1t Is only
that her aunts and things are frightfully
well OF and she likes TO keep on the right
side of them-that's why there is all this
middle with me. | haven't a beam"
ITS all queer" remarked Rosamund
~thoughtfully. But I'm sure I'm very sorry
for you having to stay in lie Sporting ou'
of the season.
The music, that had been such a viva
cious accompaniment to their talk. abrupt.
~ ceased the violin was returned to the
case, the piano was closed, the waiter hov.
cred near to clear the table and put out
the lights. Rosamund glanced at the clock.
you're not going?" asked the young
man In dismay.
Rosamund could not remember ever be-
fore when any one had looked so much as
if they really wanted her company. 1t
was q delicious sensation.
Miss Brett" she murmured family as
she rose, likes me to be in bed by nine"
Good Lord-but what am ! going to
do?r
He looked so genuinely scared that Rosa
mund could not help laughing.
you might TAX a walk or look at the
papers," she suggested. "0r write n letter
to some one or other"
ITO Nora? Good idea Thanks awfully
for putting up with me-"
~Itosamund lay awake half the night.
thinking of this great excitement. She had
been chosen as the confdante of a real
dramatic, romantic love affair.
Nothing less than an elopement.
Rosamund, In all sincerity, felt grateful
to the lady (whom she didn't like for per-
hitting this gorgeous young man to speak
to her-to make a friend of her; she hoped
that she had been sympathetic enough; she
hoped that he wouldn't think 1t over and
decide that she wasn't worth talking to, as
| every one else seemed to have decided.
"Of course thought Rcsamund In her
humility, "he would never nave spoken to
me now If there had been any one else"
At breakfast there Iwas the young man.
Miss Brett had, somehow, heard of his ar
rival and was present at this early meal.
Rosamund nodded he said. Good morn
ing" and the rest was just like every
other breakfast.
"He has thought better of It," lamented
Rosamund inwardly. ''Of course, | might
have known-when he saw me by day
light"
The young man strolled out onto the
front and stood staring at the sea while
| Miss Brett began n rapid fire of questions
about this strange phenomenon highly
desirable, agreeable, we'll set up young man
alone here just when the season was def
| nitely over!
Rosamund remained loyal, but, of course,
uselessly.
During the morning Miss Brett deftly ex-
tracted from manager, waiter and chamber
maid the known history of the attractive
| young man.
Sir Tony Langton-from Deauville-a
very popular, fashionable parsonage, quite
well off, but not rich for that set
staying indefinitely at LIE Sporting.
How funny" said Miss Brett.
Then she nosed about the lady-Miss
Nora Forttis from Scotland-had booked
rooms for a week but had been called
away by a wire-was probably returning.
AN elopement," said Miss Brett. He's
one must be Ill. Poor young mani /
shouldn't have thought they would have
needed to run away-surely he's good
enough for any one"
"He hasn't much money! remarked
Rosamund, unwisely. "If her people don't
help them, they'll be frightfully hard up,
and Miss Forttis doesn't like being hard
up
ssohl He's been telling You things, then2 ~
He spoke a few words last night at dim
ner. He is very lonely"
We'll, | daresay a quiet, sensible sort
OF girl like you will make nice company
for him. said Miss Brett, who thought
/ Rosamund would be a splendid channel of
information. II wonder when they will get
married? At the English consulate, / sup
pose"
Rosamund did not heed Miss Brett's Cos
sipy, If kindly, chatter; she was far too
interested in the romantic side of the Incl
dent and the dazzling proximity of Sir
Tony Langton, who was just the kind of
person she had sometimes seen in the dis
lance, never spoken to, nor hoped to speak
to, and always liked.
She thought Nora Forttis very lucky, but
1t never occurred to her to envy that for
tunate lady. You see, Rosamund had al
ways considered herself beyond, or, rather,
beneath envy.
1t was curious, though, that after she
had Settled" Miss Brett comfortably for
her afternoon nap she did give a rather
searching look at herself in the glass In the
hotel bedroom that she had hitherto so
completely ignored.
A mouS1y little girl
Dun colored hair and eyes and a pale
skin and a timid expression.
For once, for the first time, Rosamund
did herself justice.
II don't know" she thought 1udicially.
that even that wonderful Miss Forttis
would look so very wonderful In this
washed -out old jumper and her hair done
this way. OF course, I've got the kind of
face for bobbed hair, but-wel1, what's the
use 2"
Sir Tony was not in the hotel when she
timidly took her place In the lounge; but
the waiter brought her a note on a salver-
what a ridiculous thrill In opening that
motel
From the marvellous young man, of
course.
"would she play golf with him that
afternoon and have tea at theh clubhouse +?
Meeting him there?"
Rosamund did not play golf. She would,
In sheer politeness, have to go and tell
him so.
And then, on a very strange impulse for
herr, she asked the waiter If the hairdress-
Ing salon was still open?
And Rosamund with bobbed hair went
down to the pretty little golf course that
ran along the dunes; she kept her hat of,
feeling greatly daring. for really that hair
dresser, now in possession of a good por-
tion OF her modest pocket money. had made
those short locks very pretty. "You need
MT have -mousy hair" he had said. and
Rosamund's was bronze really and II was
n novel, lovely feeling having the scented
curls blowing about your face-so Rosa
mund arrived hatless.
Sir Tony was glooming on the verauda
Of the clubhouse-the golf course, like the
hairdresser, was closing to day.
There was no one about save n discon-
ISOLATE caddy and a waiter reading a novel
in a corner.
".You play golf7" he demanded, hopefully
and %sternly.