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

IN the flag stoned foyer, and Haviland's
look was unpleasant. Jimmy stammered
Made it all right, hm?"
why not?"
Well, no doubt he'd heard enough for
one night about his escapade. Jimmy
changed the subject. Say, it's devilish
awkward. l wish you'd tell me who that
girl is, over there"
Haviland looked, and his eyes got big
ger. Then he stitfened, and his face
grew red. None of your damned busi-
ness" he snarled, and turned abruptly
into the tap room.
Jimmy took two angry steps and
stopped with a rueful grin. THE heat, y
he decided. Gets EN- all, I reckon"
That unknown girl piqued him. There
seemed to be some devilish scheme here
to keep him from knowing her, and that
gave him a half-spiteful determination.
l saw 1T in his face as he came up to me.
Say, help me out, Won't you?" he &C
costed me. Just been here about three
days, and I forget peoples names, you
know. It's awful awkward. That girl
over there who isn't talking to any
one
THAT grip" I asked. "Oh, that girl.
Son, 1t would never do for you to know
her. Now, let me think. There's MORA
Varick, nice girl. Better let me introduce
you to her"
Jimmy, to my delight, cursed me
~roundly and went off to find a tall glass
with ice n a straw in 1t. 1 knew he
would meet his lady of mystery now in
spite of the devil. Next he looked
around and saw MORA in a nook of palms
at the far end Of the lance floor. At the
edge OF the nearest group Of people, and
a little apart from them, was the girl who
looked like a wood nymph.
Defantly Jimmy walked straight up to
her and held out the frosted glass, amid
the gasps of the multitude. He stood
before her In a silence like that Of the
polar spaces.
May l offer you-" said his nice
boys voice. He heard her murmur her
thanks in a voice delightful and low.
He said: I'm so awful new here
Please, tell me your name again, won't
you please?"
Does it matter?" she asked with her
faint smile. That sounded agreeably So
phisticated.
Seems sort Of foolish" he told her,
mot to know the name of the loveliest
woman in Queenstown" He always talked
with drawing accent that divided his
words. Felt l ought to try to remedy
the ig -norance somehow"
"Oh, think very likely you'll live it
down"
II could put quite a lot of time on
living III uOWu rlBnL now IL he began
eagerly, and looked about him, suddenly
fustered. Lots of faces here tonight,
aren't there?" politely.
There were, indeed. TIL place was full
Of faces, all staring dumbly at Jimmy
and Dorothy. A whole herd of eyes! Il
wonder" he suggested shyly, IF maybe
it wouldn't be nicer out on the terrace. /"
AS they disappeared into the outer
shadows there happened one Of the most
peculiar OF feminine maneuvers. One of
those things which go off without a sig
nal, without a flaw, just as a whole flock
of pigeons change their tack In the same
second.
Dorothy, coolly, quietly, without an ef-
fort, had snatched way Moira's most
high handed conquest. the cherub Jim
my. Every woman present knew that
MORA was sitting alone, deserted. And
now all the women with one accord.
suavely fattering, corraled every last man
at the embassy and held him. There was
not q chance OF a single man escaping to
Join MORA Varick.
For Ave minutes there was a buzz OF