Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-12-16
published BY special arrangement with The
Chicago Tribune 6yndicate)
IN TWO PARTs-PART TWO
THE STORY so FAR

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THE STORY so al
Chris Storm is very Jealous of his wife,
Carol. While staying at the Ocean hotel
q strange man enters Carols room at mid
night by mistake. She tells Chris and he
Immediately flies into a rage. One night
when Chris has failed to return home from
the city, Carol feels the urge to take a dip
in the surf by moolight. She meets Chris
Just as he is about to throw himself into
the ocean. He tells her that he is about
bankrupt. Carol tells Chris that she cares
only for him and suggests that they live
on a small island that she has found in her
jaunts around the bay. Chris agrees to 1t
and they take a camping outfit and estab-
lish quarters on the island.
And now the story
Every day he questioned his wife about
the possibility Of visitors from the MAIN
land. He was suspicious OF her during
his absence; he had known her as a
beautiful wording and he found 1t i'm
possible to credit her with content with
out a sentimental Stimulus.
The injustice fired Carol to a growing
flame Of resentment. There were times
when she had to clench her hands, lest
she strike the unworthy doubts from his
lips with a blow.
1t was Chris who first glimpsed the
hAA6 VA tAlo ACNClolOA W O4lkA1lAl tHpC.
One morning as he looked afectionately
at the second helpings Of bacon frizzling
In the smoky pan, he made his complaint,
Carol. do you remember we made a
pact not to revert?"
II do" Carol tossed her cropped hair,
which shone like FURNISHED feathers,
guiltless Of the trace Of permanent wave.
w made a vow to look after our nails
and not to drink with our mouths full.
I know I'm the worst offender. What
have l done now?"
Something that must never happen
again" Chris pointed an accusing fn-
ger at her. "Womanl You swan this
morning with nothing on"
Man! I'd the whole ocean on" Carols
laugh was shameless. Besides. there was
no one to see. But, you're right.
Promise to hit me If I revert againi"
Hit you? No blooming fear. That's
rather too natural to be safe. We've got
too near the bone
Carol stared at him in surprise.
What On earth do you mean, Chris?"
Il mean we've got to guard against
been slipping back. We've left the mid
die ages far behind us and are some
where in the Saxon era, at the present
moment. But, II ever we lapse into saw
ages, we shall never be able to live down
the beastly shame. See2"
Il suppose so. The fact is there was
never anything between me n a cave
woman but a manicure set and afternoon
tea. But in future / promise to be q per-
feet Victorian lady. What are you going
to do today?"
Chris stopped in his occupation Of ty-
ing food in a handkerchief.
I'm off to the other side OF the island
to break up hat old boat. Firewood for
the winter. Bully. Pity we shan't be
here then"
mo, of course we shan't." They had
to throw dust in the eyes of the Jealous
gods. But we shall Just go on living
from day to day. until we wake up to
find spring is here"
"Fathead. Say. Carol. I could built
climbing winter quarters. My cave an
cestor hadn't my advantages Of trench
warfare. Coming with me?"
Carol shook her head
mo. I've got other fish to fry. Will
you be gone all day?"
yep"
For the first time he asked no ques-
lions. OF late he was deaf to his friends
warnings, because he was hearing the big
voices-sea and wind-the call Of the
open.
Carol walked part of the way with her
husband. Her eyes were filled with great
content.
Rain had fallen in the night and the
sea was a milky cH'rn of gooseberry
green. The wind blew from the pole.
Perfect" she said.
The first signs of discomfort showed
in C~hristopher's face.
We've made a scratch or two. Very
tinpotty. I'd like to colonize on a big
SCALE
Carol went back, singing, to her work.
Weeks ago she had sown seeds In a Sc
cret hollow. She intended, today, to bed
out her plants on a natural terrace above
the sea. When Chris returned in the
evening she would greet him with the
surprise Of a flower garden.
But-even then-the shadow Of the
devil lay black across the island.
The devil-whose other name was John
Brown-had made his money in chain
gracery shops. While he was conducting
his business, he was confident and push
ing; but every social adventure plunged
him into his native timidity.
lie lived quietly in a leafy eastern
town, SO that he was awed by the luxury
OF the Ocean hotel, whenever he visited
the coast.
On the occasion when he had entered
a lady's bedroom, by accident, he had
suffered agonies Of confusion, AT lunch
the following day he saw the beautiful
lady into whose privacy he had b1un-
dered and he was certain that she C
nized him.
Fearful Of complaint, he left the hotel
within an hour.
However, during the summer he sum
moned up courage to pay many weekend
visits to the Ocean hotel. He took SIM
pie pleasure in being recognized by the
manager and in finding that walters COW
eted his service and tips.
one morning, toward the end "a stfnf-
mer, he INDUCED in the novel adventure
OF hiring a rowing boat. After hours of
procsgious exertion he sighted a desert
island which he explored with the boyish
zest OF Robinson Crusoe.
He was blissfully clamberinQ over the
slippery rocks-barefoot and with trous-
ers rolled to the knee-when he saw an
opJect which made his timid heart beat
faster.
1t was a notice board which read
cUTED."
AS he mopped his brow, he heard the
'ound or a woman's singing. In desper-
ate fright he slipped between two boul-
iers and into a shallow pool Of sea water.
Peering through the screen Of seaweed,
ie watched the approach of the goddess
II the island.
In spite OF the change In her. he rec
'gnized her at once. She was more beau
iIul than ever. for she had sloughed
ne nard boredom of a woman Of fashion
IKE a cast skin. In her eyes glittered
Jupllance OF the morning star.
On, Lord muttered the devil. Here !
We put my hoof In 1t againl"
Wnen the sound OF singing had died
way INTO the distance he managed, by
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