Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-06-03

the situation coolly. Conduct your in
vestigations. yes, but do not condemn too
hastily this brilliant young woman at
the very beginning of her career and re-
member that whatever the result, 1t must
be kept O secret"
"Ahl' said Monsieur Rameau again.
For a moment he stared at the wall
beyond my shoulder, then he drew him.
self together, shook my hand warmly,
bowed to the others n started for the
hall. With his hand on the curtains. he
turned back and said with a gracious
gesture in my direction, 1T Is indeed
pleasant, Monsieur, to discuss things
with a man of intelligence"
Norton gave me no time to question
either hin or Celia. He waited until the
outer door slammed after Monsieur and
then, emitting q low strangled sort Of
growl, plunged in the direction his rival
had Just AIKEN.
You're not going after him?" called
Celia in alarm.
Norton's answer was confused n pro-
faae, but we gathered he had no deadly
intentions.
Mademoiselle d'Antin, still In the man
ner of n who has been thrust unex-
pectedly into a gathering Of lunatics,
arose and started for the dining room.
"You will no doubt tell me, my dear"
she said to Celia, what 1t is all about
when we are all a little calmer. I re-
greet that your work takes you amongst
such creatures as Monsieur Rameau."
ooh, I'm calm enough" retorted Celia
desperately.
The austere shadow of Mademoiselle
d'Antin vanished.
For q moment Celia and / sat in ST.
lence, side by side on the lounge, looking
straight ahead. The I stole a glance at
her. Her face was bright red n her
eyelashes were blinking. She shifted
twice and putting her head down on my
shoulder, sobbed like a child. Shining
Celia, to whom tears had always seemed
SO foreign.
'Therel Therel'
u can't'help it. I'm dom for-after all
these years of work"
But you might have known it would
happen sooner or later. You couldn't
keep or living a lie forever"
'Bu-but I thought I'd meet q man
could marry-then I'd be safe"
How In the world did Norton stand
for such q thing?"
"He-he loves me. He would stand for
"Oh, / see. But wasn't thai a little
selfish of you, Cellar"
Celia's bronze head shook furiously.
IT was desperate, besides, ] was a good
influence for him here in Paris"
/ was silent and then / stroked Celia's
hair.
Celia, my DEAR" I said, you ought
really to be getting home. Despite all
your years over here I'm afraid you're in
curably American. You even think that
no matter what a good girl does to a
mar 1t always helps him. On that belief
American society has been founded"
isn't 1t true?"
mo, Celia dear"
Most histories have a sequel even when
the end is sudden death. The next day,
thinking of Celia, 1 ran into Robert
Dawney, Just over from America, wan
dering along the Place Vendome. Daw-
ney is like most theatrical producers. II
you force him into q corner, transfx him
with burning eyes, n repeat what you
have to say a sufficient number OF times,
he will do what you tell him to, provided
your language is simple-that Is, II you
call him up, or see him, or write TO him
at least once q day for the next two
months. / told him about Celia and he
was at once interested. i've seen ner
act" he said. shes good. So she wants
to come to America. eh2 Well, we Will
see what we can do" He paused and
his heavy face settled into thoughtful
lines. But, of cours you see, these
girls-on the French stage. She hasn't
had a very bad history, has she? II
wouldn't matter If she were older, but
she'll have to take young parts, M SO
you see"
I assured him that Cella's past was an
open book.
"Finei" His face lighted up as 1T must
have lighted each time one OF nis lou
legally married and legally divorced
wives had accepted him.
But temporarily all this was swept ou'
OF Celia's head and mine by Tragedy
Norton disappeared. No one knew whers
he was. Celia might not have loved nor