Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-03-13

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was aflame with posters announcing
the race; but an all night journey is
firing. and Adam Boleyn. her host. had
a wound of the war. That he and his
wife and Gyneth would keep Sunday
within their gates was almost certain.
If they did. the race would be over be-
fore she knew.
For two most powerful reasons st.
Loe dared not tell her the truth. In
the first place, she would be furious
would charge him with breaking faith.
In the second. she would be frightened
to death. The race had a bad name.
Between distress and Indignation, she
would undoubtedly require him to stand
aside: and when he refused, she would
make it a condition of marriage that
he withdraw from the race.
The man turned suddenly and took
the girl in his arms.
Il love you so much, my darling, and
I'm on the very edge of such wonder
full news. It's been Matching ever since
Como. And tomorrow evening, with
luck, the deal will be through. And
then l can tell you the story from first
to last"
Then the girl shook her head. II
never thought you'd play me up, Rod
erick. but it's perfectly plain that I've
come upon the scene too soon."
ST. Loe stood up very straight.
That's quite true" he said quietly
"Thirty-six hours too soon. l seem to
have mucked things up. In a way it's
nv fault, and yet l don't know what
else could have done. The future
matters so frightfully-your future, ]
J s,nar Vot, yathar 1ya1Yp tho nracanf
and I was washing it out. Naturally
enough, you're fed up
I'm not so fed up as l was a moment
ago." The man started forward. mo
Stay where you are. I'm not so fed
up, because you've spoken frankly
for the first time in seven weeks. But
there's n thing you've got to explain
l simply hate asking you, because II
you lie. l shall know it, and I'm afraid
of the truth. But it's got to be done,
If we're to be married, my dear, I've
got to know why I'm de trop . what
appointment you're keeping tomor-
row. Why, when l got here this
morning, it was thirty-six hours toe
soon"
The man set his teeth.
"I1l tell you tomorrow" he said.
You WUIl u STE HE JULlOllOW ulileSs
you tell me today"
The mar clapped his hands to his
eyes. Tomorrow. Gyneth. l swear it
Tomorrow I'll tell you ALL"
When at last he looked up he started
The broad terrace was gay as ever;
the faint crush Of the rollers stole as
sweetly upon his ear; but he was alone
From the massive oak tea table Miss
Sabine'S engagement ring winked al
him spitefully.
Dinner that night at Iriberri was
not a festive meal.
Even Toby Rage-late joint tenant
of the villa and so, as he put it, a past
master of local dissipation-failed to
relieve the tension which the sight OF
Miss Sabine's third finger had brought
about.
Cecily Rage was l~istless; Judy Boleyn
was very plainly distressed; Adam was
preoccupied, Gyneth herself was pain
fully debonair.
Toby, who knew and liked Roderick
was ready to burst, and since it was
he that exploded the passionate mine
he may as well speak for himself.
II give you my word, it wa awful
We were about as hearty as a posse OF
mutes in the wind on a snowy day.
who's going racing tomorrow ]
said.
ct am says Gyneth, all bright and
sunny as the frost on a Christmas card
What's the race Of the day?'
1.-The grand prix of SPAIN says I.
Never heard of it, says she. ANY
English horses running?'
Its not a horse race says I. TITS
cars. I tell you its damned exciting,
Over four hundred miles, and they av-
erage over eighty all the way. They're
doing a hundred and fifty part of the
time. II you've never"
lone moment says Gvneth, in a
voice like the cut of a whip. One mo-
ment. Where's this race run?'
"'At San Sebastian l stammered
Starts at midday
"She just stood up and clapped her
hands to her head.
"'Thirty-six hours she said. Yes
that'd be about right. And tomorrow
evening, with luck, the deal will be
through. With luck. o, my God
and II sent him away"
That night a note went to San Sc
bastian.
1t was carried by Toby Rage.
st. Loe was sitting by the window
with his head in his hands. The note
was extremely short.
Please give Toby my ring. |
shall be there tomorrow, and l
want to have it n God speed and
save you, my darling.
Your future wife.
Ten minutes later ST. Loe was Sleep
ing like the dead.
The noise like that of a wasp sprang
again into earshot.
Then a Slight, pale blue body flicked
out of the village on the right, flashed
to the corner with a scream, appeared
to brush the stone wall and flung ur
the two-mile stretch as a shot from a
gun. At the top it lowered for an in
slant, and then the black road was
empty, and the eyes that had chased
it's passage turned again to the right
Only the reek of burned spirit hung in
the air.
AT a point above the road by the cor
ner, Gyneth, who had been standing
sat down on the grass.
Another snarl, and another. Flash
after flash. One car at another's heels
and then two more. Somebody's brakes
shrieked. A sound as of four rockets
soaring-and then the comparative 81