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

IF you do" said Celia in level tones.
you'll ruin me-"
What are you saying2" asked Mon
sieur Rameau.
we cannot understand your conduct, and
regard it as singularly Ill bred"
Hal" snorted Monsieur Rameau. $50
I am Ill bred, Ell? We shall see." He
stepped toward the dining room and
caller. "Mademoiselle d'Antin."
MONSIEUR"
been listening.
Would you be good enough to come
here a moment, Mademoiselle?"
Certainly, Monsieur"
For the first time Celia's calmness de-
serted her. What are you doing?" she
gasped.
Patience" advised Monsieur Rameau
malevolently.
, There was a slight pause, during which
Monsieur ameau glared at Celia and
Norton, and Norton seemed on the point
of planting his fist IN the point Of Mon
sieur Rameau's nose. Then the tall, thin
figure of MademoiselIe d'Antin, very erect
a slight lush In the cheeks, entered. 1t
was evident from her expression that she
regarded Monsieur Rameau with patri-
clan diStaste.
would you have the kindness to sit
down, Mademoiselle?"
Thank you, Monsieur"
And 10Y Observation-Disclosures
Rameau raised an accusing finger and
pointed it at Celia-"is this ademoiselle
told me the other afternoon true?"
"Monsieur!" Mademoiselle d'Antin half
arose angrily from her chair.
Celia put her hand to her heart. "The
other afternoon" she moaned.
Mademoiselle d'Antin forgot her indig-
nation and behaved as a maiden lady UNI
expectedly cast into a group of lunatics
would have behaved-she looked digni-
fed and attempted to be r~eassuring.
II do not know" she said, what 1t is
all about. This gentleman'-she turned
to Monsieur Rameau as If she did not
mean the term-'caled the other day
and, not finding you in, talked to me.
We talked a great deal about you, about
your goodness, your cleverness, youl
kindness. Was that wrong, my dear?"
1--WE also talked" interrupted Monsieur
Rameau, "about'-he wheeled toward
Norton-"this young snake, this lying
boy, this creature of your whims who has
for SO long permitted himself to assume
this wretched role, this Hal You
II am going to hit himl' said Norton
as II to himself.
ooh, don'tl" begged Celia.
Monsieur Rameau became even more
reasonable. He turned to me.
Monsieur he said, regard the situa-
ton. Consider my feelings should this
get out among my confreres. Their
laughter Their scornl I, a man Of i'm
pOrtance in the Paris OF Letters. You
will understand-you are a man Of the
world"
IF you will only explain, Monsieur" ]
interjected. Il am q trihe perplexed, ]
am afaid."
Certainly, Monsieur. Listen, then
For two years 1, Claude Rameau, have
been laying upon the altar of this young
lady,"-he bowed to Celia-"all my sin
cere devotion, my ardor and, If / may
say SO myself, Monsieur, my not incon-
siderable reputation and talents. I have
aided her career. / have been to hei
father, mother, brr her, but lover-no
Monsieur. All my well meant attempts
in that d-irection-and I may say that OF
my friends, although none were as seri-
Gus as I, Monsieur-have been met by
the answer that there stood in the way
he pointed a scornful finger at Norton
this young man. This pale, weak, sui
len young man, Monsieur, this boy whc
Did Mademoiselle like me? All, yes. Mon
sieur, she indicated as much, but coulc
/, being a Frenchman, press my sui
under such circumstances2 No, Mon.
sieur, there is a fineness OF feeling that
transcends even love. But now, Mon
sieur, what do / discover? That the
whole thing is a tissue OF lies, a false.
hood from beginning to end. This yount
man has never been anything but {
friend, a mere friend. Is 1t not hideous
Unbelieyable?" He interrupted himsel
and looked at Celia b%rokenly. How
could you. Mademoiselle? But no. ! vii
J restrain my rage. my Just indignation