Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-01-20
SPRING LOCKS

always" Morel said. not meaning to make
any big gesture. Il mean, not the easiest
way of letting what's handy or may seem
at the expedient-call 1t cir
cumstances-decide things that may af-
feet my whole life. 1 want to be sure a
things what / really want to do before
1 do It,"
But there are such things as generous
impulses. you know" said Jasper Hew-
lett in his somehow gentle way
well, of course, / don want to disci-
pline what few OF those ! may have out
of existence. l just think letting what
people call circumstances rule you is too
often letting Incidence. or passion. or
l want to command the ship-as far as
it's humanity possible TO do that"
TITS true too many seem not only TO
lack a captain but even a rudder," smiled
Jasper.
Morel said Bunch and Devries, those
old friends of his fathers who'd offered
him the junior partnership back east.
thought him simply an idiot not to take
them up instantly, especially since he'd
spent the last two years roaming around
the world with his father instead OF get
ting a start in his profession. And more
especially since we'd spent a lot of money
doing 1T, and there wasn't much left"
he added simply.
That's interesting" said Stockday.
Most young men, 1 find, want to jump
right in where there's the prospect Of
the most money"
II didn't say l didn't want to do that"
Morel smiled.
For you may want to be getting mar
ried one of these fine days The banker
laughed as if he had hit upon a great
joke. .
I'm not in a position to marry" Morel
returned coolly.
1t might have occurred to Stockday
that perhaps marriage was not a good
topic in that circle, for he proceeded
with a little haste. IF you haven't met
him, I'd like to introduce you to Richard
Bellew, who's a distant cousin of mine"
IF you would!' cried the young meN
eagerly, for Bellew was at, least the west
ern top of his profession and not too &C
cessible. CHANGING at Jasper he saw that
this was why he had invited ~Stockday
to meet him and warmed with gratitude
for this thoughtful kindness.
In the living room the banker asked
for some music, and to Morel's surprise.
it was not Rosalie but Jasper himself
who sat at the piano, explaining that
he played only by ear and made no pre-
tensions to any musicianship. Jasper's
music was the inc that creates an at
MISREPRESENTATION, tender without
stickiness-so much one hears is merely
sound with a little fury of shadows.
Morel did not know whether If he had
not heard of Jasper's recent emotional
adventure he would have read less into
Jasper's music.
After q little Rosalie moved to a door
way opening into what Morel took to be
a conservatory, paused there a moment
looking out, then turning to catch
Morel's glance, invited him with a slight
motion of the head to join her. 1t was
not a conservatory, he found, but a
glazed-in sun porch overlooking the bay,
and it was upon the picture spreading
before them that Resale wished him to
look the moon-silvered water
bounded by twinkling lights against a
background of dark hills, Alcatraz like
a great anchored ship below them. Morel
expressed a proper appreciation in a low
voice. his gaze coming back, half against
his will. to the girl herself.
Her slightly relaxed body was posed
against the figured drapery, and the light
from the living room as If searching her
out, reached through the doorway to
touch the gold Of her hair and the white
flesh Of her bare arm. Jasper's music
stole out to them and Morel had a SEN
sation at once keen and subtle OF that
music becoming a substance in which he
was himself floating through a holden
llRllb III WHICH tllE Oluy OblCl OOJCSt wac
this golden girl. Some part OF him,
though. resisted the magic, insidious
waters that laved his soul and body
drowning in beauty, n kicked out saw
agelyi Lik a desperate swimmers stroke,
1T brought him to the surface to catch
his breath.
Or perhaps it was that Resale, turn
ing her head lazily, lifting dark-lashed
lids to look at him coolly, spoke q word
Of disenchantment. Fathers music al
most makes you believe that a thing OF
beauty is a Joy forever. doesn't it?"
isn't it?" he countered.
mot always. Sometimes 1t is Just one
pleasant side of a thing, like a trap that
has the wild flowers spread sweetly back
over it,
Good lordI are you really that cyni-
CALI" He thought with an inexplicable
bitterness: II suppose that's h you
are.'
do you call the bear a cynic who
takes a milf at the flowers and walks
around the other, way2" she inquired
Ilazily.
D'you mean you always suspect beau
ty of having an Interior motive2" ht
asked scornfully.
She laughed a characteristic littlt
laugh on two notes. NO. But II you art
always taken in by the moments CLAM
our, you get In q lot OF trouble, dom
you? / gathered that was rather YOU
own philosophy from what you said
while ago.
81 didn't say that at ALL"
MOP / thought you meant you didn'
, go down any lanes because they looked
pleasant and smelled woodsy, until you'C
made sure 1t was IN your way" Shit
T was making fun of him. Her lips wor'
q demure twist, and II 1t was only a bi
J lighter he'd be able to see in her eyes
couple Of %pirouetting imps with thumb
l to noses.
"On, you quite misunderstood me-" h