The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-07-29

she observed. sit would be no good. once
I got out"
Marco crowed with delight. "SplendidI
You are not so dull a Portia. Veil,
my dear, We a thought Of that, too.
You viii stay With us until the money Is
in franc and in bank. Perhaps We will
take you back to Greace With us We
live in a very pretty, lonely place there.
I have a friend, a French advocate, who
will attend to all details for us. Outside
of him, I doubt If you will see any
but your mother and myself n the
blind old woman"
Dorothy laughed for the first time.
Thanks for the Gear explanation. I
shall be out Of here in a few hours"
Marco sighed and arising from his
chair, went back to the stairs. "Obsti-
nate" he remarked, as if talking to him
self. He faced about, his ham on the
rail. your mother will now change your
bedroom to another that has bars, but
even if you do get out Of this house, it
will do you no good. The concierge
knows quite veil you are mad and viii
only bring you back again"
Dorothy waited until he had assembled
the stairs and closed his door behind
him, before she looked at her mother.
IT congratulate you" she said, n sit
ting dow in a chair, picked up a book.
Madame Marco took the book out Of
her hand.
Dorothy grinned. "I won't fight physi-
cally," she announced, although I am
fairly strong, but I wouldn't be able to
do much against two of you"
She sat where she was until she
thought a dignihed interval had passed
and then she allowed her mother to es-
cort her to her new room. She closed
? the o behind her and put a pillow
over her head, for she knew her mother
was waiting just outside. She wept as
> she had not wept for years. She a
been wanting to weep ever since she had
= come to Paris.
, Even the most alarming and preposter-
Gus Of events is exciting, however, per-
, hapS amusing in a grim way, while your
fighting blood is up. For the first day
y Dorothy was not utterly miserable-the
: whole business was too incredible to take
c seriously, any way-but as the first day
y heightened into the second, and the Sec
: ond into the third and fourth, and into q
+ week, Dorothy's dour enjoyment disap-
!, peared. Moreover, it began to rain again
o and continued to rain. Marco and Ma
dame Marco took turns going out to 8
restaurant, but Dorothy's mealS-not very
ample or appetizing-Were cooked on the
studio stove and brought to her bed.
q room. Once Dorothy tried to explain hel
situation to the blind old woman anC
the blind old woman crossed herself an
mumbled and backed away. Anothe
i time an agent Of some sort anne to TIT
d empty house opposite and Dorothy-Mar
CO and her mother having for a momen
If relaxed GQeH VlBllaQCe-mdQe signs u
him from between her bars and spok
l. unintelligible French.
>" The agent, mistaking her intentions
was infinitely pleased and twirled hi
mUstache, until Marco appeared, an
rapidly explained to him the obvtou
tragedy. Then the agent looked sad an
lifted his hat and walked away.
20 At the end Of the week Dorothy trte
of to stab Marco with a nail file, the onl
Mt weapon she could n She wished ths
= Ghn bod q M Che vrron nvanznI AZ %h
vs calm pleasure she took in the meI
thought of killing Marco. It was tn
first time that the thought Of KILN
any n had ever entered her mind.
he Marco, as bored as Dorothy, had trie
If OF course, to make love to her, but DorC
thy had speedily put an end to tina
Sitting on the edge OF her bed in TT
lrf dusk, h had explained to him that 20
cannot mix business and amusemen
you will ruin yourself" she had sal
nd st will tell my mother and she will /
furiously jealous. Moreover, I don't b
h. lieve even she would quite stand f
he this" She reflected. "I suppose really
Tas I were clever I would lead you on a Ii
tie in order to set you two against eaC
,k other, but I q IN think I could stand it
Marco, frightened out Of his wits
her detachment, backed out Of the ROOF
an "All right, but" He waved his arms
Oh "the GOODNESS Of American vomen! Al
10 with nothing to dol"
an There were occasions when Dorotl
ed had about decided to compromise wi
Of her captors, hen the sight Of the t.
faces, the big fat and the hagga
r?" cruel one, drove her back to her origin
Indignation. Nc one would get mon
ack out Of her that way.
She was sitting by her barred window
her it was a week and a day after her 6
cen rival-nursing her indignation, MAI
being out and her mother downstairs
ere the studio, when she saw two hgul
inroernfnn Frnnr %hn nnnFWor tho An
as of the agent to whom she had once tri
to talk n a long hin figure in
nd, checked ulster much too big for it. Son
thing in the appearance Of the check
ulster caused Dorothy to gasp, but S
could not see It's owners face because
the spread Of an immense umbrella. S
opened the window and leaned out IL
the rain. A p~laintive voice was talk
voluble and very bad French.
cen For a moment Dorothy hesitated. II
'asy terrible man, and what woul he thi
IL after all h had told him about
mother? Then she called at the top
ner her voice, "Henryl Henry Blodgettl Co
1ro- in. This is Dorothy Quinn"
Her mothers feet sounded On the sta
m a the door was flung open n her moth'
hand came over her mouth. But Doroi
ID0- was stronger than her mother and pusl
n62, her aside. She looked out Of the W
me. dow again. The two figures had dis
ore peared into the house opposite. Yet e.
will II Henry Blodgett had not heard her, e.
if he had gone past, it seemed TO DC
his thy ner one nope was TO NE ABOUT mn
sT dry lips, my hance. He came over
r. q the boat with me, but had to go to G
now many for a week On business. )"
king mao meanI 70 Soo maj un1oupOeuty,
the Rue des Fleurs, he would leave
stone unturned in his search, but
she mother interrupted her. Madame Ms
did not seem to be interested. She
ime, inc 6eino q weeE woman She was
INK the point OF making another geneT
ONE northern gesture inimical to Latin pl
I'm tired Of this" she said slo'
you after all, you're my daughter-altho
mere there's no feeling between US. Mar
away. Pack your things and get out
der here"