Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-01-31

most we insist on having, or at least
we're willing to accept. Mora, Dorothy,
all the rest of us. We manage our own
lives. Nobody can help lis. It's no use to
talk" I lit a cigaret and gazed dramati-
cally at nothing. Life is a many rims
circus. N'est-ce pas, as we Parisians say?'
Leaving the good lady with this in
~furiating piece of wh~angdoodle, I ambled
off in the direction of my bungalow. Be
fore midnight, / dare say her hought
ran, would be lapsed in solitary drunk
enness.
However. I had other plans. Once out
of sight of the Embassy club, 1 changed
my course and gait. Fifteen minutes
walking in the curse humid heat
brought me to the Havilands' place.
Your husband" 1 announced to Doro-
thy, has been making a long cared OBJ
1ect of himself, if you should ask" With
that / sat down near her Oh the veranda
where a beam of light from indoors gave
me a view of her profile.
Evidently she had heard the plane.
He was making a test flight" she said
coldly. Il suppose plenty of people agree
with you, though, that a man who isn't
afraid is a donkey"
l lit a cigaret on the end of the last,
Test flight" / murmured, letting her
insult pass. We'll, there's no doubt left
that his ship will do Immelmann turns
over the Embassy by starlight. Heaven
knows how he landed the thing
He learned q long time ago how to
land a ship in the path of a motorcycle
headlight"
I studied her with admiration. you're
almost perfect" l told her. But you
clenched your hands, and you're three
shades paler."
And you're three shades ruder than
usual" said Dorothy. GO away, / dom
want to talk to you tonight
You're evading. You like to talk tc
me because I'm one who hates this
poisonous bog of intrigue as much as you
do"
What have l to evade?"
THE elite" 1 said, stopped their rev.
elries for fifteen minutes tonight, tc
worry about you charming husband"
We'll, l daresay they'll be able tc
catch up again"
Very likely. 1 wasn't touched on theil
account. l was merely telling you the
pretty story. Mora and Dickie have split
The other man Is the new ace, Sparrow
who by the way is a nice little boy anc
doesn't even know what It's all about
Dickie is doing tail spins over the ter
race to show MORA something or other
MORA bit her lip in annoyance and wen
paeh 10 udHCe WIN Jimmy. MIS-. SJcfllnE
says It's an outrage" / yawned.
Dorothy's eyes were trained on me un
der their long, straight lashes. you ex.
pect me to do something's"
Il never give advice"
She hesitated. There was a certain ten
derness, or friendliness about her now
II love Dickie," she said.
Il know It,"
But / wouldn't lure him, or nag him
or-he may have what he wants.
won't fight to hold him, Hellburn!"
"Dickie," I said. didn't come to tht
party tonight, as I remarked" Then i'm
politely 1 looked at my watch and rose
"Going?' she asked.
Yes. Good luck to you, Dorothy"
added, mysteriously: you car bring il
off all right"
A final quarter of O came up anc
hung like a blob Of orange vapor in thu
sky, as a faint, cooling west wind stole
across the terraces Of the Embassy club
with a breath OF relief for faded dancers
Jimmy Sparrow. wilted and vaguely re
sentful. looked over Moira's shoulder t.
see what had caused tho last gulp o,