The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-10
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SYBIL THORNE, Boston So
ciety girl, has married RICH
ARD EUSTIS, a fascinating
roue. After a five-day romance
the wedding in Havana harbor
eliminates SYPHILIS maddest and
grimmest adventure. For years
she has been the delicious scan
dial of Boston's elite. Her ro-
mantle adventures began at 1S,
when she fell in love with JOHN
LAWRENCE, who was sent to
France with the A. {. F. on the
eve of their marriage. When
she received notification that her
sweetheart was missing in &C
ton, sybil-insane with grief
began to seek foreetfulness.
Finally she becomes engaged
to CRAIG NEWHALL, a wealthy
and desirable bachelor, but
not sure of her IoVe-she takes
a trip to Cuba with MABEL
BLAKE, a social worker. Be-
fore sailing she promises Craig
a decision on her return. At
the time she is fearfulIy upset
because of the death of her
father and the subsequent mar
riage of her brother, TAD, to
VALERIE WEST, a girl whom
Sybil instinctiVely dislikes.
On s~hipboard she meets Eus-
tbs, who woos her madly, and
finally sweeps her into an i'm
petuous marriage. On their
wedding night he becomes intox- i
Gated and Sybil, in the morning,
threatens to leave him. A recon-
Citation takes place, however.
Then-for two dreadful weeks
Richard is alternately charming
and ~repulsive. Until at last Sy-
bill determines to leave him.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER Xxx
sybil bit the tip of her pen
holder. and drew her brows to-
gether. Then. dipping the pen
r~esolutely, she began to write rap
idly.
Dear Richard"
For a moment she considered
the salutation. Then, drawing her
pen brusquely through it, tossed
it aside, and took another sheet.
But presently she wrote again,
Dear Richard" and after it, as
t h ough suddenly determined,
scrawled rapid words. one after
the other as if they flowed of their
own accord from a suddenly vol
uble pen.
Dear Richard,
There are some things a woman
stand-not even if she
owes the man who hurts her.
And | am beginning to wonder,
Rich, if | ever DID love you.
The scene in the foyer tonight
was horrible. had rather die
spend another night with
you-Iike this. Two weeks-and
every other night of them hell.
am going to Mabel now. I
suppose when you wake up, and
sober off, you will try to find me.
! hope that we will be on the way
home by then. If we cannot get
passage Immediately, | can only
beg that you will leave me alone.
wish these weeks might be like
4 closed chapter in a book one
could lay away-and try to for
Jet.
Please, Rich,-if you love me-
De kind. Nab will keep our Sc
;ret, if only you'll let it BE a
secret.
Good-by.
She blotted it without reading
It. Locked the trunk, and put the
key in her bag.
I'll send for it" she decided,
in the morning"
Deliberately she powdered her
nose, and touched her cheeks and
lips with rouge. Stopped for a
moment to spray black narissus
her little enameled atomiZer,
and buffed her nails vigorously,
while she surveyed her recumbent
husband. There were so many
things about him she had learned
to dislike.
Drunk or sober" she reflected
1ismally.
But it was liquor that made him
altogether impossible. At first he
became stupidity sleepy. Then,
when she reused him, he grew
amorous. And that was worse.
Oh, much worse!
She shuddered as he exhaled a
noisy breath. Turning her back
squarely, she walked from the
room without a backward glance.
4 i x
Mabel and Mr.. Moore, at their
'avorite cafe, were slipping aper-
.tifs when Sybil found them.
well, welli" doomed Moore,
here comes the BRIDE" and his
arge sunburned hand deyoured
lers warmly.
He was a big man with merry
)lue eyes and a pink bald spot.
When Sybil heard he had played
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