Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-07-22
BY Ida M. Evans

accessories Of great wealth.
You'll get used to some things easily
enough" said Lillian with a faint odd
infection. She spoke almost comfort
ingly. Now why should Oily, lucky in
love, loved Oily, need comfort?
1t happened that just then another
man servant entered the room. Mr.. John
wished his sisters aid for a half hour, II
she were free. Lillian went.
Dilly had sat on in the soft handsome
room and watched the sun through an
eastern window tighten the pottery base
of a huge flower filled vase beside the
gilded orchestra stand.
She had not been hurt because John
sent for his sister, not her. Merely wish
full. Would she ever suit John as audi
ence and adviser when they were alone?
She wished that she might have gone
along and observed how the wiser Lii
liam assisted her brother and observed
liam assisted her brother by advice
or suggestion. Dilly was sensible.
She knew that now John was
enough in love to kiss her for any help
asked or unasked, which she might give
him. But as the years turned on their
impassive pivot, would he invariably wish
to kiss her when perhaps she proved not
an efficient aid2
She sat in her chair and felt made
quate to her good fortune. She could
wear mountain n seashore felts ador-
ably. Coul she always wear Johns
heart? And in it or to it never appear
passe?
And then unexpectedly Lillian had re-
turned to the room. Still here, Oily
dear? John thinks he'd like your opin-
ion also on his speech. To the legislature
next week, you know. On the Working
mans Privilege bill"
She had sprung up excitedly. "Oh, 1
couldn't give an opinion! I wouldn't
know! But I'll love to hear It,"
Odd. Was Lillian looking at her a
little pityingly? Surely not. Or-or pos
sibly Lillian thought that John expected
too much from a little hat wearer.
Oh. most oddl Six years since that
bright day-since that huge pottery vase
was flower filled for those workingmen's
Wivesl Six years.
She had gone down eagerly to the
great library which was wholly given over
to the Oldest son OF the family. John had
been standing beside the huge onxy man
tel whose carved corners we're continent
renowned. One arm lay lightly across
the carved faun's profile Of the left cor
ner. In one hand he held with loose
leaved grace a number OF purple typed
gray sheets OF paper. His dark hair, which
had q slight natural wave, was a little
disheveled of the fine high white fore
head. His glance was burning. as II q
large audience waited for his word.
At her entrance. his absent burning
glance focused on her a~ffectionately. He
cleared his throat. At his soft open silk
collar the white skin and cords could be
seen to strain and relax under this throat
clearing. He lifted his shoulders a title.
in oratorical attitude. He frowned down
meditatively at the typed pages held ex-
tended. He began to read In his low but
perfectly distinct musical voice.
Six years. And now. sitting in her
gray satin room. Dilly waited. Perhaps
he would not know that she had re-
turned. But of course he would knowl
He would have left word to be informed
of her return. Especially-Dilly's smile
was curled and most d~isdainful-if Vivvy
Bohns were IN town.
She waited. She nae not long to wait
A maid named Meta entered. If Mrs
Galahad had leisure, Mr.. Galahad would
like her to come down to the library
Mrs. Galahad rose obedieltly and slipped
of the chiffon lounging robe and INTO
chiffon frock. One never me who
would be encountered in the great Gala.
had library; a cabinet officer or a hod
carriers delegation.
She went downstairs. Six years hac
gone by.
To be concluded next week.
Copyright. 1926: BY Ida M EvanN