Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-07-01
THE YELLOW PERIL c.
published by special Arrangement with Tit
Chicago Tribune 6yndicate)
IN Two PARTS-PART TWO
THE STORY so FAR

She chides him for his gullibility and tells
e aa% shs Of &c som nsss Ssls p0 After 'q0 this III II has nas
been, patched up satisfactorily, Mick is In
account OF his Chicago business Connections.
NICK wishes TO cultivate; ne nnds that an
against whom Joan has warned him.
And now the story
II suppose you young people would
like to dance" said Mr.. Panton. 81 don't,
myself. l date back to the cake walk
waltz era n I'm too old to take it up
again and learn jazz"
He looked at Carts a little question
ingly as he spoke, but her glance, met
his serenely.
Dancing means nothing to me-" she
told him. I've danced"
Then how about having my car
brought around and we can go for a
ride? I have to put through a couple
of telephone calls first, but If you will
wait ten minutes, I'll be with you. You'll
come along, Won't you, Forsyth"
1t was more than ten minutes before
he returned. Carts had gone to her room
and came back again with a soft white
wrap of something that loked expensive
and she and Mick wandered out in the
air to wait for Mr.. Panton. In the misty
white coat n with a very correct moon
full upon her, Carts looked like a calyx
of a lily.
You're sure I'm not crashing in on
anything?" Mick asked her. II can do q
beautiful fadeout If you like"
mo. Please don't"
II don't want to be a gooseberry. And
the f1nancier seems badly smitten."
Does hep" she questioned with sud-
den earnestness. You think he is?"
why, absolutely" said Mick. II should
think you'd see that"
Hes nice"
Mice but STALE" Mick remarked.
tive had my dose of fresh young ones"
she told him; besides, I'm not SO young
myself"
You're no grandmother"
True enough" said Carts. "Still I
sometimes feel hat wouldn't be SO bad"
You're a funny girl"
She laughed. I've had plenty to make
mi funny. 1t makes a pretty good two
reel comedy Just to think about me-"
He wondered what the story was back
OF those few disillusioned sentences. In
the moonlight her eyes were very dark
and her face almost eerily fair, with its
soft pale hair about 1t. She gave him a
deal that people said n wrote about
women lurked IN her. Her beauty had
been her drawback, that was all. He felt
somewhat stirred and decidedly older.
I'm not trying to put anything over
on him." she said abruptly, referring
clearly to MIR. Panton. Don't get that
idea. He's unattached and SO am I. I
and everything. He wants things safe
and good to look at. So do I. I know"
We'll, 1 think he's fallen hard for you,"
Mick answered cheerfully, land I think
he's darn lucky II you ask me. Let's go
back inside and see If he came down
and missed us. / told the boy to tell
him we were out here, but something
may have slipped"
YES she agreed and drew a long.
slow breath. II certainly spilled over,
didn't I? Dumb Of me-"
ITS all right with me-" said Mick.
I'm a confidential soul myself"
Carts put n OBTAINING hand on his
arm.
Just make him think I'm all right,
will you? You know. Make him believe
I'm the sort Of girl you like yourself"
He grinned down at her. That's no
trick"
They went into the lounge both smil-
ing and looking very friendly, their eyes
casting around for MIR. Panton. Carts
saw him, just coming out Of the man
ayers office. But Mick did not, for his
room, where to his amazement he saw
Joan looking at him. She was wrapped
in o motor coat, hatless and looking
rather frowzled by the wind but imperi-
GUS and handsome.
In the quick delight that the sight OF
her always gave him 1t took only q Sec
ond to reach her side.
you must be an answer to a prayer.
Where did you drop from?"
You didn't seem to be praying awful
ly hard Just now" said Joan. "We came
from home, naturally. A crowd of us are
out there in a couple Of cars. Want to
come alOng?"
"Of course" said Mick. "but III just
have to explain"
Don't come If you're better amused
by the yellow peril" Joan told him FROST
lily. Il don't want to break up your little
fourSome."
Don't be silly. Mother went 70 bed
with q headache and MIR. Panton asked
me to dinner with him and Carts Tenn
Pile. That's all there was to that"
I'm not silly" said Joan, you star
in that partl"
She was trying to be light, but she
couldn't manage 1t. She sounded icy and
felt 1T. After the long trip down. which
she had bulldoZed the crowd into max
ing because she felt that Mick might be
forlorn, 1t was too much to see him COM
ing in GU OF the moonlight with that
girl.
You don't get it at ALL" said Mick;
come on over and meet her. She's not
at all the type you think. And I'll beg
Off. Mr.. Panton was going to take lis
for a ride, but they won't care, ! guess
Go along with them. ! don't care,
either"
He felt things twisting themselves
awry and did what he could.
Come over, Joan. You'll feel different
ly when you meet her. And 1t would
help her out to know you"
I'm not meeting her. Are you coming
or not2" II
"There's no use in acting like a silly
snob, Joan. ! can't insult the girl, car
lIp"
Not If you prefer to insult me-" said
Joan. and turning, wa gone.
He looked after her for q moment. Her
voice had been very hard and final. Then
he walked across the lounge to the other
end, where Mr.. Panton and Carts waited
would the young lady join us?" asked
MIR. Panton.
mo, thanks" answered Mick. "She Just
came In to give me a message. She
couldn't wait. All set to go?"
They drove through the sweet night
in two different cars, Mick and Joan
each of them with a hardening spot In
is, soft and gullible," thought Joan, per
haps it's just as we'll that I found 1t
out" IF that is the way she u.s." thought
Mick, hard and intolerant n jealous
perhaps it's Just as well to o II
now" The moon which had been sc
magic and kindly twenty-four hours be-
fore had turned IN them. 81 was max
ing fun of them now.
Mrs. Forsyth said she couldn't under
stand 1t at all. She was exceedingly dis
tressed. poor lady. n Inclined to blame
the scrambled eggs and asparagus and
magazine that she had enjoyed on the
night OF the quarrel. She even went sc