Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-07-25

and this Wallace womany Do you
think I car to have one of my aSsoci-
ates entangled with a notorious chorus
grip"
FELTON, felt the blood leap to his
throat and suffuse his face. He was
incensed, but he held himself under
admirable control.
Il assure you, sir" he began, that
Miss Wallace
Il know all about this Ruth Wal
lace" Trask cut in, sharply. shes
a chorus girl in a musical show, and
you met her at a drunken orgy in Sell
bridges northumberland your"
The boy, abashed and angry, NUT
tered some faltering defense of the
girl, but Trask interrupted him with
a sheer.
Who is she? Who are her people?
Have you seen them? My orders to
you are TO keep clear of her. Get a
woman in your own class. If I hear
any talk about you in connection with
her,"
He paused and turned menacingly
upon FELTON,, but before he completed
his threat the other rejoined with tense
dignity: You need have no fear of
that, sir!" And he went resolutely
from the room.
But old Trask's remarks had their
effect on him. He had met the girl
at Seldridge's. And she was a chorus
girl. And her pa~rents-they were the
most disturbing feature of the whole
situation. Yes, the boy suffered con-
siderably.
However, something in the girls ap-
peal-some sweet allure in her forlOrn
loveliness-had reached his heart, anC
he went on seeing her. He was, how
ever, discreet and cautious about it
lest gossip of the affair reach ole
Trask, for his work and his position
began to mean more to him now.
Gradually, beautifully-with the pure
ardor of an idealiSt-he felt the miracle
Of love creep into his life. 1t was 9
fresh, virginia., wholly idolatrous love
that came to him.
There was also a certain pity inter
mixed with his emotion; for he coulC
sense that the girl was not happy
He could not help but attribute it tx
her life at home. Once he protested
gently about some unpleasantness con.
nected with her position at the theatel
and had urged her to give up the work
IT can't, Daniel" she had answered
sorrowfully, on the verge Of tears. "Yol
will not understand, perhaps, but
muSt-I must go on. There's some.
thing deep down within me-some.
thing I don't understand myself
which won't let me accept the supper
Of my parents any longer. Sometime
/ feel vaguely that I don't belong t,
them-that the real bond is missing
I don't mean that they are unkind
They have given me an education an(
advantages far beyond their own sta
ton, and they are willing to help M
now. But they seem to act merel,
from a sense of duty. That's why
can't accept anything more"
One Sunday afternoon in the lat,
spring FELTON, had taken her for a wall
in Central park. The warm twilight
found them seated in a secluded arbo
! near Riverside drive.
Their hands touched accidentally
and, as he closed his fingers over hers
she impulsively responded to the pres
sure.
"Ruth-Ruth!" he whispered, draw
! ing closer to her.
But she placed her free hand light
over his lips and said beseechingly
Not now, Daniel! I know what 20
WanC 10 Tell Nue-Uut please Wall JUS
a little while"
why should I waltz" he exclaime
, with passionate earneStneSs. Il low
you. / want you to marry me, Their
, won't be much for us just yet, but
am just beginning. After a while
Again she turned to him. a despair
! ing appeal in her look. "Dan," sh
| implored, don't urge me-now. O,
isn't that / don't care" she adde
: quickly, seeing the stricken look whic
, came into his face. Its for your SAX
dear" She knew how impulSivel
? Young and idealistic he was. 1T woul
break my heart If I should ever caus
, YOU a moments regret or unhappines
That's why / want you to walt a lit
r while. / want you to be sure-to sc
, things just as they are. Then-if yo