The Bozeman courier., 1927-07-22

He should have said, look here, child.
I'm an old foOl-every one is-but I've
lived longer than you, so if you contem-
plate folly come to me and We'll talk our
mutual folly over. It may not prevent
anything, but at least it will make you
feel that you've always some one to talk
to. The real horror of the world is not
folly, but loneliness"
Outside of this misunderstanding,
however, Dorothy, for some one only
twenty-four years old, had done fairly
well. In the first place, she had gone to
college and had graduated without in
the least losing the soft allurement of
her blonde hair, of her misty blue eyes,
and her rather full mouth. She had re-
| tanned, smoothing down an alert, not un-
informed brain, vague elusive charm
which encouraged shy and callow men,
pleased wise and witty men, and occa-
! S1onally fooled stupid and brutal men.
In the second place, after graduating
from college and spending a year as a
poor member of a rich Society-this was
to please numerous rich relatives, who
had done nothing in return that was not
subtly offensive, and Dorothy was not
really poor-in any place save New York
she would have been considered well-to-
do, for Mr.. Quinn was president Of a
small but solid bank, not counting the
three thousand year Dorothy had from
her mother-She had in disgust, and in
pursuance Of her plan of leading her own
life, gone out and definitely got job.
She had always wanted to write, some
day she was going to write, and so she
had got job with a publishing house;
her salary was immoral-because she was
a girl-and every day at nine she sat
down at her desk and read until five in
the afternoon dreadful manuscripts that
came in from all over the world.
Work pleased her, also the atmosphere
this particular work created. She found
; that as an editor she was a far more
ptquant and interesting figure than she
nearly rich girls. Her vague, heavily
: lashed eyes were thrilling to the intelli-
gent masculine soul when the red, rath-
er full lips pronounced editorial opin-
ions. In the little house on Fourteenth
street where she lived with her father
/ candle lit dinners many Of the so-calleC
brilliant younger men and women Of thC
/ city. She even descended at times to thC
: nearby cellars and dance halls of Green
W1ch Village and came away with thl
S feeling that life, alter all, was perhaps
= no more than the unpleasant taste lef
e in the mouth after too many cigarets,
!. disillusionment that lasted until sleep
|, a toothbrush, and the necessary think
d ing that goes on in editorial offices ha'
d set her straight again.
: Out Of the mist Of personalities sur
Q rounding her two began to appear NOR
e efnttely-William Fonda del Concrete
: a poet, who, with a bitterly sardoni
Q mental grin because Of his own lack c
u commercialism and not unwitty knowl
q edge Of the average Americans lack c
T. languages, had taken the name of th
n hotel owned by his Spanish grandfathe
and William Hewitt, a leftover froT
+ more conventional days. William Fond
e del Comercto-this was merely his writ
u ing name; his real name was Willia1
e, Sansom-considered himself Dorothy
% necessary and evil genius, and Wil1ial
le Hewitt thought himself her good on
81 Both rather irritating points Of view.
ie William Fonda del Comercio was grin
Is ly intent upon making Dorothy a-wel
II : to put it delicately-practical Egerii
10 that is, with American trimmings.
"a did not believe in marriage, but as thel
l. seemed no other way out Of it on tn
side of the Atlantic, he wanted Dorott
AZ to marry him with as few words spoke
Sc as possible and the determination
10 make marriage just as little like marrial
OF as could be done. William Hewitt VI
Is equally intent upon making Dorothy b
~ wife until death did them part He W
junior partner in tea house, and som
BE where out in New Jersey supported an
a mother.
You can imagine that when the tt
n Williams met IN Dorothy's drawing rool