Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-01-27


WIN interest how he was getting on. an,
az last, Il hope Dene is well?" Ar
nalhey thanked him and said she W,
very well indeed. Dene, Rainev's VIII
sme sfl Jasper had loved and wanted /
10y ana Jasper could sit there calm
, ana ask her husband how She wa,
Diu a man get that way after a while
nl KIM n serene inside and think r
nosaile only gently like moonlight an
liies OF the valley and not like lioht
nnlhg n thunderbolts n
refnaps Resale had loved this Cleve
aelnaps she loved him yeti This Clev
souIa nave married Rosalie and he ha,
iaieh IN love with a girl named Dene-
OSppo perhaps Resale loved him yet.
vi, get out, you big, handsome. hannv
snllilng, friendly Cleve, before | have +,
ses up and knock that smile of YOU
aaoe because I'm so wretched and iealou,
anu AFRAID she cares for you vet. oh
DiasI THESE go-getters, these fellows WIN
TAKE what they wantl How do they get
why yes, I may get down to YOU,
'o"HI lnank you, / surely will
a. IN glad, too. Good-by."
a me fellow, Cleve." said Jasper Hew-
Seems to be-" s~.A 49,.
then, grufiy, in spite Of himself. "One
of these oo'ua+tere 40 heo"
.Jasner So-sesS surprised. "Woulu you
think so? Why. no. not IN any aggres-
sive sense. Cleve's rather a-well, gen.
tie sort OF fellow. I'd say. More the
etaady. faithful type
ratiIruf, goodnight
"a very fine young man." the kind
Jasper was going on.
Q, tell me how you can be like this?
Morel was groaning inside. When he
stole the girl you loved2 And l want to
knock his head off because he must have
kissed Rosalie oncei And. my God, I
can't stand this much longer. And I
know what I'd better do; I'd better get
married, hadn't l? That's the idea
marry Ted, that's a fine idea! A suit
able girl for q poor young man Marry
Ted and settle down n stop dreaming
dreams and be a gentle, resigned. brave,
secret sorrowed gentleman that every
body loves. What a bitter, CHASTITY notionl
"Rosalie's party seems to be in the
other room," said Jasper, signing the
check. We're driving down to Stock
days place at ~Burlingame for the week.
end. The girls are picking me up after
the luncheon. If you're not In a hurry,
we might chat in the lobby till they
come"
Morel looked at his watch; must be
getting back soon, but he'd sit here Just
a minute. They "chatted'-about some
thing.
Then he saw the girls coming, Daisy
Stockday-and Rosalie.
Hello" said Rosalie. 1--WE nave met,
haven't we? But not for so long I think
we ought to have a fresh introduction"
"Oh, you villainl" cried the vivacious
DaiCu WT kpnur nnuy univ vp,ftvo hoan
giving us all the cold shoulder. Asha,
you didn't think I saw you last night at
the Sweet Persimmon with the dashing
little brunette, what? How doggy we
looked, and weren't we giving the little
one the real good timei" Such a tease.
Daisy.
II didn't see YOU" said Morel with q
sick smile.
"Of course notl" said Daisy.
Rosalie laughed that little laugh of
hers on two notes. You're not finding
the climate SO bad after all. then, are
you?" she said sweetly. Two or three
minutes Of what passes for conversation
nowadays, and then-good-by
good-by good-by.
Back at the ofioe, getting O friendly
smile and a wave of the hand from Ted
"Oh. Mr., Morel. Mr.. Bellew asked to see
you as soon as you came in"
"Oh, yes, Hartley, / did want to see
you. Why, I've got a little proposition
here for you You know that Mark AL
lington business l was talking to you
about. over in Honolulu? How would
you like to run over there for us and
look over the ground generally? Talk to
him, get his ideas, and so on"
There's nothing I'd like betterl This
is awfully good of you. Mr.. Bellew."
"Finei Now, let's see-this Is Satur-
day. Ship sails-on the other page there
Tuesday, ehp Could you sail Tues
day?"
Tuesday, I can sail In twenty min-
utes."
Bellew smiled at him. Wonderful to
be young, everything an adventure-fne
fellow, Morel, liked him. Thought he'd
looked a little peaked lately. This trip
would be great for him.
Tuesday will do"
Hartley Morel came out of the little
restaurant where he had dined alone. A
thin fog was blowing down the street,
wrapping things in gray chiffon. Tues
day. They might not even be back In
town by Tuesday. He'd sent a note, Just
a friendly little note, to say good-by, and
where was the harm Just this once? Vio-
lets-no, 1t wasn't Just like violets. Roses
those great deep red, mysterious roses.
He'd not see her again then. Who
knows, perhaps never. Things happen,
ships sink, life's SO queer. 1t might be-
never. Lies SO queer. And, oh, the mar
velous, strange, torturing, exquisite ad-
venture of the soul that Is lovel He had
a feeling that he might never see her
again.
The sign said, CARS FOR HIRE
DRIVE YOURSELF" and as he drove
out In the little roadster it seemed to
him that the fat old mar in the limou-
sine beside which he had to pause In the
traffic eyed him with a sort OF savagely
wistful envy. as II he guessed upon what
sweet-sad young errand Of romance he
was setting out.
Down the peninsula In the fog and
presently outriding 1t into starlight, into
warmer, softer air. In a few nights he'd
be standing by the rail with all the H.
limitable waters spread rou him,
thinking Of tonight, looking up at these
same stars, leaving it all behind him, for
men go on and leave their shrines be-
hind them, dreaming just sometimes OF
that last secret pilprimapa at which the