Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-06-24
THE YELLOW PERIL

would have. She managed to conve,
the same impression by cooperation be
tween her eyes and her shoulders.
One OF the most tragic sights In {
hard world" she said, lis an old mar
being kittenish. Who's hep"
Mick was staying at Del Monte witt
i his mother, who had come there for ex-
pensive rest n sunshine. and he knew
the transients. Joan was a California
resident. in ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS, one OF
the residence towns Of the ocean that
were as rich as conservative and where
tourists could not penetrate easily.
Hes a rich old boy" he told Joan,
head of Panton & Miles. BOND and
brokerage people of Chicago. Certainly
looks happy, doesn't he? Gosh, how she
does kid them alongl"
He spoke with a certain admiration OF
Carts Temples technique which annoyed
Joan again. She had Just decided that
she would not be annoyed, in which con-
dition there is no state more susceptible
to irritation.
1--WE been kind Of shining up to old
Panton myself" grinned Mick. you
know, SO that when I go back to Chicago
/ can speak casually of Bill Panton and
me or the other way aroundl"
HE may be rich" said Joan, "and she
may be the Spanish governors grand
daughter. But what do they thing they're
playing? Golf. billiards or leadman?"
And she made a hole in two very
agreeably.
luncheon, careless of distance, Joan and
Mick and his mother. Carts Temple, en-
tering the long colonnades of the hotel
veranda, saw them go off in a car which
wasn't in the least tricky and so quietly
indicative Of plenty Of money, a quite
different kind of money from the kind
she had, when she had any. The money
back of that car was income, easily and
pleasantly expanding into luxury. What
Carts could lay her hand on was cash,
blotted up by clothes and hotel bills and
fsurface living. She knew the difference
only too well.
She went to her room. and, running
the shade up to he very top Of the win
dow, sat down before her mirror and
parted her hair with her hands. drawing
the carelessly fluffed waves away from
the roots. An eighth Of an inch from
the scalp 1t showed dark where 1t had
grown on. Carts looked at it re1ectively.
1t needed attention at once. and he
treatment would cost money. She opened
her long, slim, elegant purse, stitched by
hand in gold thread, and deliberately
monogrammed, and sighed. 1t was very
hard to have alimony fail you just when
tyou needed 1t. Carts wasn't bitter about
1t particularly, because she knew that 1t
was an untrustworthy world, but he
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On her bed lay a long box, which from
the overhead In the wrapping indicated
that 1t held something expensive. Carts
opened 1t and lifted out a dress apprais-
: ingly. Chiffon-lavender and blue-an
ingenue dress. She'd keep it, she de-
cided. holding 1t against her. The only
way to restore your morale when you
were worried about money was to buy
something. She didn't owe those people
any money just now. and before the bill
got annoying her lawyer would have to
do something. b lifted her hair again
and pushed 1t together at the roots,
planning her frontal attack on the world.
At Crestlow, Joan's home, an easy party
of people lunched, Joan rather holding
the center of the stage. 1t was a big,
luxurious place, full OF Municipalities
implanted by different members Of the
Sinclair family. Mr.. Sinclair liked to
have his children show vigorous person.
alities. for he fancied, among other
things, that such manifestations reflect
ed himself. He had encouraged 1t, and
his pleasant, fat wife was understandable,
even by the modernities OF a well speed
ed up suburban life. SO the Sinclair chill
dren made very few concessions to peo-
pie or situations.
Two of the boys were already in bust
ness, and one was married. There was
a younger leggy girl n Joan. They all
starred in their different sets n never
bothered about other sets. their own ele-
Walton being entirely comfortable. Since
they liked Mick Forsyth as we'll as Mrs.
Forsyth with her impeccable Lake Forest
connections his path had been made easy
among them.
The ocean tapped away In the dis
lance, the day was gay enough, but
Joan's mind was not at peace. h was
not used to having things taken away
from her and she felt that she had been
grudged fate that morning and the acorol-
larry fact that she and Mick did not start
the afternoon on a lyric note.
II hope you aren't the kind of man
who is gullible about women, Mick" she
said suddenly when the rest Of the fam
lily had abandoned them on the veranda.
II thought I'd proved that. I thought
! was a darn good picker" he answered.
Haven't I held off for twenty-seven
years, until I met your What's on your
mind?"
He put bis arms around her and
whisked her face up to him SO that her
thoughts went zigzag for a minute.
I'm terribly gullible about you" said
Mick softly. and l think that Helen of
Troy kicked up all that row because she
used your Kind OF lipstick."
He spoke fippantly. for that was their
lingo, Out MS arm ABOUT ner was ardent
and reverent as 1T should be.
II know" said Joan, disposing of every
thing up to that point. But I Just
couldn't stand the sort of marriage some
people get into. See 1t all around. Wom-
en- watching their husbands or else pre-
tending they don't care. / care and
wouldn't watch"
I'm right with you." said Mick. 81
couldn't stand that I-spy stuff either.
That kind Of marriage is ruled out right
herel"
Joan tried again. She didn't seem to
be getting her point across.
What / mean Is that q man ought to be
discriminating about women. Not like
that old man up at the hotel with that
yellow haired girl. / can see him now
she finished imaginatively.
"Oh, he can take care of himself. Don't
lose any sleep about him"
But you fell for her. toe You thought
she was good looking. When / went into
the lobby this morning you were having
a simply riotous time with her."
Mick smiled reminiscently.
She was telling ne" he began,
pleasantly. making things worse.
1T doesn't matter. / don't care what
she was telling you. But / only think