Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-06-24
published by special ARRANGEMENT with Tn
Chicago Tribune 6yndicate)
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE


IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE
THE moment Joan saw her she had a
premonition OF trouble. She said
l. afterwards that she didn't like her
first glimpse OF the girl. That may
have been as mystic a f~oreboding as Joan
felt, looking backward. Or it may have
been merely that odd suspended feeling
that might come over any one who walks
into the lounge of a winter hotel to
meet the man left the night before in an
exalted, serious. poetic state OF mind.
only TO find him making merry with an
unknown blonde. He should, of course
have been sitting with his eyes on the
door. but as things worked out. he missed
Joan's successful entrance entirely, and
gave her plenty of time to observe the
yellow aureole OF the strange girls head,
from which she had carelessly pulled a
canary colored sport hat she was wearing.
Joan zoe 1T up with him at once as
they walked away from the hotel toward
the golf course. She lac given the girl
one Of hose cool looks which say ex-
plicitly that 1t is nc use trying to get
away with some things, no matter where
you buy your clothes.
who's your fair friend. Mick?"
That girl ! was talking tor" he asked
cheerfully. "Oh, she's a girl I met here
at Del Monte"
II saw that" said Joan, "and does she
have q name. too?"
Names Carts Temple
"Carls." repeated Joan. "she would. 1t
would be something like that"
Like what?"
Tricky"
What have you got against her?"
asked Mick, turning to look at Joan as
II he suddenly realized that her mood
was not all 1t might be.
mot a thing in the world. What is
she? Movies?"
"Oh, no. It's very interesting about
her" he said more expansively; her
neutrality-suspicious. or something like
that was first governor Of Santa Barbara
when 1T was q Spanish preside. She's
part Spanish. Comes out here every WIN
ter Just because she loves the place.
though her family lives in the east now"
She certainly lost the dYsky Spanish
look" commented Joan. did she give
you all those leaves of the family tree
herself?"
She hated to walk along like this, dis
cussing an overdone blonde when she
had meant to go right IN from where
they had left of last night. But she had
not dreamed Mick was SO gull lie: That
first governor stuff-that pulled of hat
the suspicious tint Of that hairl"
tits the first time Mick told her,
that I've seen you take a prejudice
against any one like this"
II haven't any prejudice. I've seen
lots OF girls like that. We get plenty OF
them out here. / know all about the
yellow peril"
He grinned. 80 it's her hair that got
your back up. Why is 1T that women
hate blondes SOP"
why is it that men feel so rakish
when they talk about them?" asked Joan
derisively; besides I don't. Lots Of my
best friends are blondes"
well, then. what's the differencep"
Usually In the roots" said Joan. "Oh.
let's drop it, Mick. and play golf. I
don't care a whoop about your goldi-
locks"
They dropped it. but still 1T wasn't
quite as pleasant a morning as she had
wanted. Nothing seemed to bring back
the exaltation that Joan had when she
entered the hotel door. Mick was as
were two OF the reasons why Joan had
told him she would marry him-because
he was so full of spirit all the time n
because his hair never stayed fiat n
never looked untidy even when he had
just come in from swimming. The other
reasons were the fact h a he worked
and really liked to work when he was not
on these short vacations n that Joan
had never really wanted to marry any
one else. She did not think too highly
of marriage as q successful institution,
and it had taken Mick to persuade her
that 1t was not an institution at all but
simply a venture which had seldom be-
fore been tried by people who knew what
they were about.
No girl can live as close as Joan did to
motion picture reservations without
hearing many things. Not that her
friends knew motion picture people as a
rule except n C in a while when q girl
from Miss Spencer's school took a dive
into them and came out either limp and
gasping or coated green with publicity
Most of Joan's friends were the daugh-
tiers of men who had been substantial in
industry OF the western coast long be-
fore pictures began to be made there.
Now n then when these girls went up
to San Francisco to shop n lunched at
the st. Francis they saw some OF the
stars and looked them over critically, &C.
~casionally picking up an idea for a way
to wear or not to wear clothes. They
kept their own compilations rather simple
and because there was SO much quick
mushroom growth around them, they
rather prided themselves on roots and
slow growth.
To see Joan with a golf stick that
morning, her nice, beautifully healthy
brown hair shining In the sun. her 1.-THE
body poised and the very definite fear
less look in her cool gray eyes, was to
get an idea OF What careful years be-
ginning with pasteurized milk. cream Of
wheat and carrots and ending with the
supervised sophistication of two years at
Madame Delacroix's school in Paris can
make of a girl. To see Carts Temple
coming across the green a little later
with a middle aged, super dressed man
beside her was to see what q girl can
make of herself If she has the kind Of
creamy skin that even a slum cannot
soil and the sense within her which is
planted in every hundredth woman that
the world is only a roped of ring for
the encounters Of men and women. Carts
was the sort OF person whom Joan simply
ruled out, on sight, though she had a
very deliberate and cultivated tolerance
for the laxities and eccentricities Of really
talented or important people.
Look at old Panton," said Mick, re-
ferring to the perfectly arrayed GENTLE
man with Carts. HE used somebody's
complexion soap this morning. all right.
He glistens."
Joan never shifted. Otherwise she
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