The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1927-02-11

TT was the height OF the holiday
season at a well-known watering
place on the south coast.
After a very cherries spring, sum
mer had come in with a vengeance,
and the seaside towns had filed ur
quickly.
Lorna Mailingate stood on the
veranda of one of the biggest suites
IN the very imposing hotel on the
cliff and looked down over the ami
mated scene
She had promised her mother to
Join her on the lawns as DON as she
had finished her letter, but she had
suddenly thrown down her pen and
gone out on to the veranda.
The strains of the band playing in
the center Of the lawns with it's in.
evitable syncopetion, melted her to
move in rhythm to the dance tune,
and when the music ceased she
Joined in the applause.
Twice Lorna turned to go back to
the unfinished letter. but each time
she changed her mind. The spell Of
this glorious morning with its full
note Of joyousness held her almost
against her will.
Drawing up a chair, she sat down
and leaned back in it, and there came
in place Of excitement, Of throbbing
life, q drowsy sensation. She was
thinking of how often she had
longed for a sojourn at the sea just
IS she was enjoying, and how hope
lessiy she had dreamed of wearing
pretty clothes and Joining with a
crowd of lucky people to whom holi-
days, and fun, anc enjoyment were
apparently everyday matters. And
In a dreamy fashion she saw herself
pack in her old environment; that
shabby old house In the out-of-the-
wey little road M IN The moth -
Lonoch +
When she cast nei memory JACK a
good long way, Lorna could rennem
Der that house when 1t had not been
quite so shabby, and when the gar
len which surrounded It had been
well kept, the lawn moved and the
paths bordered with flowers and rose
pushes: but that was a very long
way back. and remembrance OF
those early days was vague snd
mystifying
It Yves OF the later years that the
Girl unused as she sat with closed
In the comfortable chair; those
lays when the blight Of poverty had
ALLEN slowly. but surely over her
home; those days when trouble had
iterally crushed her father into his
rave, and the cruel remorseless
land of war had swept her two
,rothers out of life. And then those
days when little by little the
had become almost unen-
and when Pauline, her elder
had left the home to earn her
lying. Pauline had always been
~estless; In e sense, dissatisfied with
he calm existence her parents had
f.,
In war time she had found vent
or her restlessness, for she bad
one the work Of a man, and then I
,radually she had drifted away from ]
lister. in fact, at the present mo-
aent, Lorna had no idea where her |
lister was. c
When the aFmistlce had oeen
igned. Pauline had not returned to q
home. q
81 am on your hands now" she 6
ad written to her mother, land as {
have an opportunity Of earning q
ONE money, l want you to know
hat ] shall help you from time to
I; was some little time before
'auline's rooms had been let, and >
hen suddenly one day they had 4
cen taken by a m~iddle-aged, dis /
Inguished looking man with charm. Y
ig manners. Lorna had taken a
to him from the very first. l
dir. Henry Emerson had come to q
through an advertisement and Il
orna he'd written to her sister fire. &
uently, and had spoken warmly.
enthusiastically about him. She a
,nt these letters to a certain ad- e
'ess in Paris, from which Pauline
ad told her she would receive any y
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