Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-01-24
Miss VariCk'S Husbands

at Queenstown. A pretty romance be-
tween MORA and Jimmy was rs unthink-
able at Queenstown AS. Well, 1t was
lust too tame. too absurd. All reason
able people felt that Jimmy would make
love to Dorothy Haviland. That was a
twist so simple and neat that 1T was
almost conventional.
There was Sparrow. an attractive Kid
with the deadliest kind of appeal for
women. He had the air of a little boy
lust scrubbed and dragged away from
home too young. He reused
maternal instincts in all women. They
never could realize he was over IA until
1t was too late. How would Dorothy be
able to resist him? There she was. just
way of all Queenstown. 1t wasn't rea-
sonable to look for anything but a Doro-
thy-Jimmy complication.
/ had my doubts. AS the one person
who hated the station as cordially as
Dorothy. / understood her a little and
admired her q lot. And ! knew that 1t
was unreasonable to expect anything rea-
sonable to happen here.
Jimmy Sparrow. as / had half antici-
pated, did the other thing. Before he
had been a member OF our colony for
twenty minutes he had seen MORA and
he was hers. People thought 1T depraved
of him. His move was an insult to
Dorothy. an outrage upon Dickie, and an
imposition upon MORA herself. A bache-
Tor snubbing a perfectly eligible married
woman and dashing of after an unmar-
ried girl! And Of all girls. MORA, who
had Dickie's allegiance! 1t was disgrace
full
Thus Jimmy Sparrow slipped unerring-
ly into the hearts Of Queenstown.
On the night OF the Embassy club ball
there was a familiar scene at the Havi-
lands. OF course. l was not there. I
can merely construct what happened out
of What l know.
Dickie, very brave to look upon in his
dress whites, stood behind his wife's
chair with perfect courtesy and made a
proper remark before sitting down to
dinner.
You don't care to go tonight, dear?"
Dorothy imperceptibly lifted pale
shoulders. rs it official?"
"Oh, no. Nothing obligatory. I Just
Thought"
She considered. why don't you ask
MORA Varick II she won't-?" She in
tended no irony. They were talking po-
lite set lines.
why, 1 said something to Mora about
possibly dropping around her way to-
Might
les, 40! lIdL QOut, DOfOtuy RldIlCSQ
at her husband over the rim OF her glass.
Anything wrong with the cocktail,
dear?"
Something awfully right" He vas
very handsome as he gazed at the opal
escence in his glass. his head held high
by the close collar OF his tunic.
II hate Queenstown" Dorothy said
suddenly. Her eyes. always SO expressive,
in that instant had the wild light OF q
hunted dryad's.
"Why?" Dickie asked. vehemence, rath-
er than the statement itself surprised
him.
o" Now the long lashes swept
down, yelling emotion. THE heat"
Outside the wide windows the faint
breeze made a hot. dry rustic.
Eyes, damnable," he agreed indiffer-
emily. 1t was not worth ones breath to
curse the heat here.
They'll dance late?"
II suppose. Don't wait up for me"
After he had gone whirling down the
drive in the gray roadster Dorothy was
pensive. Presently she spoke aloud to
herself after a habit that had come upon
her at the station.
Il presume it's my own fault. If I
would try to intrigue him If / would
scheme It's the only way In this
dreadful place"
Then she made a gesture OF repug-
nance at the thought and went to play
half heartedly OF the only piano in
Queenstown To one who had studied
the heart Of Dorothy Haviland 1t would
have seemed likely that she, loved the
charming intidel who had gone blithely
of to his rendezvous.
The Embassy club was a hot, scented
shell Of a building under the palmettos,
with a polished floor that rolled in the
heat, and French windows pouring out
the service bands languid. bad jazz. On
the verandas sat mammas, chaperons,
wives OF senior officers, who famed
themselves and talked and whispered.
Servants went to and fro, and only the
tinkle of ice IN glass marked their move
ments. White uniforms, the silk suits of
civilians, the pastel evening frocks OF
women dotted the terraces or f1oated on
the heated waves Of music. Silver Slip
pers shimmered On the binding polished
wax. Laughter was muffled.
The faces of the women were smiling,
hectic, with FESTIVE eyes that saw desper-
ately. Dancers watched each other. No