Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-03-06
BY Dornford Yates

told me that to any motoring firm you
were worth five thousand a year" said
Miss Sabine.
The brutal fact remains that / re-
ceive five hundred. And now let's talk
about you. Does your lady mother see
reason?"
"On the contrary" said Miss Sabine.
She took a letter from her bag and
read a sentence aloud.
l quite hope to be able to o n
tinue the allowance l make you,
but my expenses are great and, IN
your own interest. l would suggest
that you marry the Hirtschmann
man. l hate to remind you that I
had to marry for money.
1t was really outrageous.
All the world knew that George Sa-
bine's will had been proved at nearly
six hundred and fifty thousand pounds.
The income of this sum had been left
to Mrs. Sabine. upon whose death their
only child. Gyneth, would inherit the
whole. With one consent, widow and
orphan had decided to live apart. Duty
and taxes took their toll. but the fact
remains that out of a clean fourteen
thousand. Mrs. Sabine allowed her
daughter one hundred and fifty a year.
80 it looks" said Gyneth, putting
the letter away, lit looks as though
I'd better get off. l can't manage
George Hirtschmann, but
The car slid through Como and on
to the Erba road.
Il know a pub said st. Loe, where
the red wine flows. It's cool and white
and it has q balcony. The balcony,
AZ they say, commands extensive
views"
st. Loe drove with his heart. His
models were the fowls of the air. A
car must sWoop and hover, must sail
and wheel and sink, like a bird on
the wing.
AT the moment he was testing a
model of which next to nobody knew.
Beneath her locked bonnet lay the
hopes of a famous firm. st. Loe had
been ordered not to spare her and to
make his report N her manners in
three weeks time.
SO they came TO the inn-a shy, IT.
regular fable of storey posts and plas-
ter and easements. its white walls black
lettered by the shade Of a thousand
leaves.
Two thousand feet below lay the lake
of Lecco, more blue and more resplen-
dent than any jewel; beyond. rose UP
the mountains-the very hatchment OF
might. majesty and dominion, their i'm
memorial heads powdered with snow.
Luncheon was served-and brought
them back to a more genial earth. Nc
one could have been cherries in such
q dining room. The spirits of the two
rose with each simple course.
When the meal was over Miss Sabine
pushed back her chair and crossed her
delicate legs.
THE world can go hang" she said
rs this the spring in my blood, or the
Chianti?'
Neither" said St. Loe. You always
had a great heart. Most women would
have squealed this morning when ]
went over the weir. But you never sc
much as blinked.'
Let me be honest" said Gyneth
MY heart stood perfectly still. I even
tried to say Stop but my mouth
wouldn't work. Which reminds me
don't take up racing. / rather value
your life"
so do IT, said st. Loe. That's why
I propose to enlarge it-turn it on to
the fat of the land. OF what use is
five hundred a year? Five hundred a
wanted to marry"
mo girl that cared would marry you
If you raced"
Roderick frowned into space.
Unless I ace I can't marry. If
race no woman who loves me will take
me on. Looks rather like celibacy
doesn't it?"
q don't agree" said Miss Sabine,
But then that's natural enough. Five
hundred a year and expenses-Well
viewed from my standpoint, you're one
of the bloated rich"
st. Loe said nothing, but a hand
went up to his mouth.
The girl was honest-honestly be-
lieved what she said. Had he told her
that she was living at the rate of three
thousand a year she would have found
him mad. Yet that was the plain
truth.
Gyneth Sabine was always popular,
but under her mothers chastisement
she became the rage. She was taken
everywhere, given the best Of every
thing, royalty entertained. Her hostess
Of the moment was the young Duchess
Of Padua.
That. she Jared SO sumptuously, Gy-
meth owed to herself. She was certainly
lovely and possessed great personal
charm, but her open-hearted nature
was the quality that grappled her
friends.
Lets talk of something else" said
st. Loe. II hear
Half a moment" said Miss Sabine.
There's something I want to know.
Why this desire for matrimony? Six
months ago, at Charing, you exuded
content with your lot"
II know" said Roderick. He hesitated.
"Since then I've-I've-I suppose I've
been sizing things up. You know. TAX
ing stock of life an'-that sort OF
thing"
why not say that you love me9'
she said. II won't bite you or any
thing, and it's-well, it's the talk OF
the town."
I'm mad about you" said Roderick
shakily.
Il know. I'm SO awfully glad. You
see, from the moment / saw you there's
never been anyone else"
But, Gyneth, darling, It's no good
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