The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-02-04

picture postcard scenery, back to their
hotel. He did not see her again until dinner
time, when, as they had both separately
resolved, they need scarcely speak, Just
nod and smile ACROSS the table; and there
were so many other people to dance with
afterwards! 1t wouldn't look odd II just
these two managed to avoid each other. At
least, until that crazy moment had faded
away, when he had cOme between her and
the snowflake that was settling on her
mouth.
What happens to these resolutions?
Where are the SHOWS Of yesterdays
VIII.
Naturally, they danced with no one else.
Finally, they cut a dance. They found one
Of the little sitting rooms (set aside for
! hotel spinsters and their fancy work, in the
old days when spinsters did do fancy work
instead Of fOOtwOrk).
1t was empty, and Roger made its plush
and gliding vanish into rainbow clouds
about the head Of Blonde, by telling her
that she was the one girl in the world for
him. Blondes answer was late but sincere.
All her stout, scrupulOus little heart sound
ed in her protest Of one word:
"NOel!'
Rogers arms dropped from about her,
and the rainbow clouds faded. True, he put
his arms about her again Immediately. But
it was not the same. The rainbow clouds
had gone, and theJ both saw clearly,
though he began to argue the point.
"Heaps Of people break off their engage
ments when they find their mistake. IdiOcy,
to keep up the pretense. The man who got
CukaEGu " AOEA-WELa ne uOEbu I EAAhL
today. 1 hadn't found my feet. Look at
what / thought I was going 20 write; high
brow drama. Look at what I am writing!
Look at the friends 1 had-and the much
more CHEEKY crowd / go about with now.
It's only now l know what I want"
"But you know you can't take il, Roger.
How can you get engaged to anybody else,
while NOel's still-Anything might happen,
the doctors said. even"
Quivering crimson lips bit back what the
doctors had said "She may never wake
up"
Suppose" Roger pointed out" that Noel
goes on sleeping year after year, until I'm
AT forty" murmured the eighteen year
old Blonde, zone wouldn't mind anything -
"And there are only fifteen or sixteen
years to co." said Roger bitterly.
Don't talk as if you hated mel"
Hate! I'm mad for yOu; can't help
that, any more than I could help kissing
you in the snow-That was our engage
"Supposing Noel woke up suddenly, and
called for you? You'd be her first thought
Roger"
"How do you know"
Because" said poor little Blonde, 81
know women. And suppOsing when you
went, you had nothing to say to her but
you please wash out two Christmases ago?
You see, it's not two ChristmaSes to her
Roger. It's yeSterday-Its as If she WOKE
up to find a night had changed you! Yes
DEAnugg ~ a NAOuh gOhs
happy together; what do you say?" (ROge
had only muttered something indistinctl.
about, Thought 1 was happy. Didn't know
what it meant!") And only the next da!
to be told I don't care for you. I've fount
some one else Poor Noel, poor Noel! I
LwOuld he quite enough to send her out o
her mind. You know she as-nO is-was-
One doesn't know what to call it. Was S
highly strung. Think what it would mean !
He remained wretchedly silent. He di
know. At the same time, he knew almOs
equally clearly. what it meant to him. II
counted himself a modern, yet he had th
most un-mOdern respect for scruple.
He bit back what he wanted to say, aboU
the future-Gray, hungry, blank years. {
not for Blonde; she would never he lei
alone! Doubtless next Christmas would sc
Blonde happily disposed of; for her, life
roses; for him-? Without Blonde nOtl
ing.
IF that's all, we'd better go back" sal
he, restrainedly.
Blonde thought, "HOw c~rueI!'
She rose to her feet. Eyes let's get back
, she said, with a hard little laugh. Hea
- high, she led the way out OF that lit
rOOm-and ran into the arms of b.
brother, Give, all breathless, who ha
p come to look for her.
Weren't you dancing with RogerP Al