Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-07-08

given to outrageous practical joking, ex-
tremely loose In morals, a hard drinker,
a hard swearer, but a man of supreme
and even daredevil courage, a gentleman
n a man Of his word-except where
women were concerned. 1t was rumored
that he had treated several women very
badly. But all men looked upon "old
Soleil" as 'as honorable as they're made
n this man was evidently attracted
to Marguerite Grey, SO strongly attracted
that he obviously didn't give a damn for
the other women, several of them re-
markedly pretty, even famou for their
beauty, who were in the big party at
Deresby.
For some inscrutable reason he was
put beside her at Inner in the great
hall which is one of the glories of Deres-
by. I was sitting exactly opposite, be-
tween Muriel Archby and that seasoned
woman of the world, Mrs. Dicky Lester
n I noticed his concentration on the
little celebrity whom Mrs. Dicky aptly
called after her famous book. THE
Mystic" she named Miss Grey. And since
that hasty and unorthodox christening
the name has been accepted by every
When asked, Have you met the Mystic?'
do you know the Mystic?" isn't the
Mystic a delicious character In real life?'
you know at nee that Miss Grey is
being spoken of.
"Why-Soleil?" murmured Mrs. Dicky
to me that night.
II can't imagine / answered. Seems
t, to me the most inappropriate neighbol
for her that could nave been chosen
I'm afraid I was wishing I'd beer
chosen instead of him."
I'll bet you he asked to be put there
said Mrs. Dicky. 'Soleil always gets wha'
he wants."
/ noticed that she looked at the two
of them scrutinizingly out of her narrow
half shut eyes. She is a cynic. If evel
there was one.
Always" she added. He carries every.
thing he puts his han to through be,
cause he doesn't care in the least what
any one thinks of him. His natures a.
hard as his hands, so he schools womer
and men-especially women-as HI
schools difficult horses. But sh'
paused with her eyes still upon them
but her softness would peat him ever,
time, / believe. That girls a little magi
clan Of purity-surely?"
But she turned up the tail OF her sen
tence with the last word and gave me
curious look.
"Of course! ANY one can see that at
glancei" I said with a touch of heat.
She sighed. TITS awful, knowing WON
en- as / do" she said. But it would b,
dif1cult not to believe in the Mystic"
For me 1t would be impossible"
said.
Mani Mani But his time, perhap
for once, I-almost-agree with you
Every one must believe In her book. IT.
sincerity incarnate| think"
Why do you qualify every Statement
you maker" / asked.
Il suppose because I'm SO terribly OLE
in h ways of the wicked world" sht
answered, smiling, but looking half sad
too. But II we believe In her boob how
can we doubt its writer? And the hall
mark OF sincerely is surely upon it,"
Her forehead looks luminous" i said
Doesn't 1t? And those hazel eyes ar
Ike q serenely happy nuns. It's won
derful how she doesn't see what he is
Soleil," she said.
And then. in that irritating way o
hers, b added softly, If she Doesn't"
just then Marguerite Grey, turning
little from her hard bitten n~eighbor. blu
as II quite ~unconsciously, looked across
the table straight at us. but, I felt, witt
unseeing eyes. For q moment she haS
forgotten where she was. had lost TIT
consciousness of her gay n brillian
surroundings. Her eyes seemed to lool
INTO mine but they were seeing some
thing beyond me, something quite diff
ferent from me. They were cloudy will
imagtntngs In that moment, yet I be
lieved, indeed seemed to know, that thei
vision was clear. But they were seeing
things on the other side.