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

! a sweet boy, and leave me alone wit
this crouch a minute. I'll take q fe,
, or So" Sha
agreeably. W Nieuo
Rosalie. alone, lifted both hands to he
race and dropped them in a seeming pes
lure OF anger and despair, made a it'll,
stified soundl like a sob. then tl,rnea =,
snatch a coat from the swing. thrust her,
sell into 1T, ran down the steps. and along
tne walk to the car that stood SO close tS
Morel's bench. ~
one mad the door open, one foot on the
step when Morel spoke in a not FOO
seeaay voice: Good evening. Going
Startled, she swung around swiftly 70
see MIN standing alricst at her side
nareheaded In the moonlight. He saw
Ihat ne had been mistaken about har
supposed agitation. She was inst DC
usual, cool and sure of herself. looking
at him with unreliable eyes.
wen, where did you drop 'front.'"
Just GOWN, or out of. or something. I
thing T Wara = wanted to tell you some
Il run dow the road and pick out a
nice large tree and bang into it. Got
the idea from Iris March. of course
What are you talking about?" he de-
manded gruffly.
Want to go along?" She settled her.
self at the wheel, he got in beside her
and she started the car with no more
preamble. They sped down the drive
and out on the highway that the moon
silvered into a long. shining ribbon.
Flew like the wind for a mile or 80,
then she turned into q lane bordered
with giant eucalyptus. Here's some nice
big ones" observed Rosalie fippantly.
will you stop that?" Morel command
ed. Pull in here. and let's talk a min
ute" For once she was obedient.
Why do you say those things?" he
asked, sitting sidewise to look at her.
rs there anything really the matterP"
Nothing could really be the matter
with me, could it?"
He leaned toward her anxiously, his
hand on the wheel near hers. I'm sorry
If there is. Could you tell me?"
Don't speak kindly, please. or I shall
probably cry" She turned her head from
him. And that wouldn't be-in char
acter-would it?"
"Rosaliei" A horrible suspicion caught
him like a knife In the ribs. "It's-I
know it's none Of my business-but 1T
wasn't anything-at the hotel today2"
Maybe" she Then: "Oh.
you mean Cleve, ! suppose. Somebody
would tell you all about that, Of course
Oh. good lord. &c, it's not Cleve. You
Oulo lOd LIZ oOlllCIlliliE ~ ttll Liz. IN
you really come way down here to tell me
something? / thought next year would
do for you to tell me anything"
I'm sailing for Honolulu Tuesday"
he said stiffly.
Are your" Her tone was merely fiat.
The lrm's sending me. MIR. Bellew is
so fine to me-" he added wretchedly.
I'm glad, II it's fine for you. l sup
pose you're very happy about It,"
Yes. Sol thought you might not
be back in town and-I-just dropped in
to ~say-good-by."
"Good-by." she said. "And good luck"
And she laughed a little. a very queer
little laugh. Something in it.
"All right" he cried, angrily desper-
ate. Il hope I never come back. I'll go
with this of my chest, anyway" He
locked his arms round her shoulders.
Ever since that first time 1 saw you
/ suppose you've known 1t all along
but I've got to say it-r love you-iuve
you So can't tell you how I love you
|. . it's wonder and glory and hell.
You-shut that gate behind me,
Rosalie--the one with spring locks" His
voice died out.
She sat perfectly still, neither yielding
to nor repelling him. Slowly he released
her, drew back to his own side OF the
car. Rosalie did a queer thing. With
out an answering word she laid her arms
across the heel and buried her face In
them.
Its not your fault" he said shakily.
And I've banged and hammered at that
gate. Please forgive me, Want TOGO
back now?"
Rosalie lifted her golden head and
turned 1T slowly toward hin Her eyes
were wet, but what her cpedient lips
said was: d you know why / was going
to run into q tree? You wouldn't would
you? You're so dumb. bless you'll Be-
cause there are SO many brunettes In the
| world"
Still it was q long time before she came
to the postscript; We'll. II that ship sails
Tuesday, we'd better go home pretty soon.
I'll have a lot Of packing to do"
Copyright: 1927: BY Winona Godfrey