Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-09-19

"You have done that already" No
false manner in this. but a homely di-
rectneSS. IF 1 had not met you this
morning" His melancholy look
travelled toward the lake.
You must talk to me when you
feel like that"
THANK you, madame" He was adj
dressing an empress.
So they sat there, smoking. She m
plOyea ingenuity to pump him to
learn more of this fascinating wreck
of war. Bit by bit he let her know of
a priceless thing the enemy had taken
from him. Before the world went mad
Baron Petrovski had been growing in
reputation. His pictures had been
shown in Petrograd and Vienna.
you know, madame, I am OF a fam
lily of warriors. But / do not like this
killing business. When the time came,
quite naturally, l went. See what it
did to me-" He held out the hand
with the blue ring; she saw its witch
ing. After those days at Kiev l could
only paint trash. Something had brok-
en-. They tell me to live in quiet places
SO it will mend. That is why am here"
Then, with a comic sort Of fatalism,
he described his efforts to paint dur
ing his first bad year in New York. Two
Of his old canvases had wandered into
America and sold for next to nothing.
His Russian friends had tried to help.
who are your Russian friend5..' she
asked.
His face was Monaghan again. They
do not count now A secret lurked
in the denial, but he talked on.
Then Joan looked at her watch. A.
quarter to two. Goodness she
cried, I'm lunching with people, But
she wondered about Igor P~etrovski.
Where would he eat? His title not
withstanding, she lacked courage to
take him to the hotel in those clothes.
idea.
II belonged to a Cossack regiment,
madame"
81 have horses" size said. and my
cars not doing a thing this afternoon.
Why not take it over to Castle Glen,
get into your things, and come back
about half past three? Well ride
along the ridge. It's lovely there"
Madame Whitman He stood re-
garding her seriously. 1T is I who
should be doing services for you"
20. I'll appreciate it immensely If
you'll come" She tossed this off, try
ing to conceal excitement.
"Then au revoir." Gracefully he
y lalScQ lltl llllHClS w lid lips.
Joan showed him a place by the
drive where he could meet her car;
then with a commonplace smile, she
left him.
Petrovski rode like a C~ossack-noi
, standing in the saddle, but with ar
euueStrian's mastery of a rather mettle-
some SOrrel.
And he was her constant, worship.
: full champion. That was the feeling
which seemed to caress her with invis-
| ible hands during their weeks together
He was SO completely hers, yet toe
d"iferential to annoy her with cras
l lOvemaklng.
"Some day." he said, you will make
. me paint again"
Twice she invited him to dinner. Hi
. evening dress, like his riding clothes
was elegant and a little worn They
l.. danced together time after time; h,
/ went over the floor as effortlessly a.
a cloud.
' But her formal appearances with
. him we're limited. When she took hin
. into the hotel she was obliged, O
/. course, to introduce him as Barol
: Petrovski. Her w circle, she saw
was covertly a-f1utter. His story h
= had entrusted to her; she explained
him away as ar artist who chose tt
Y live among the hills. This went vel
G enough, but she had some trouble will
Y the inquisitive nose of the hotels pres
. agent. Miss Henrietta Wiley mentioned
e a list of barons who went in for ar
: and wondered why he didn't stop a
: the hotel. Joan was brutally short, bu
s nat was not the end.
: Joan got around Igor's pride whel
/ she coaxed him into keeping her sorre
at Castle Glen. They had q regulal
p pnd every W yen morning nlS's she a would op in sp I1o 81