Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-08-28

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quested coldly.
Alter a while the mar succeeded in
securing a menu. Now the listless
waiter lowered attentively.
Barbara consulted the printed slip.
IN have melon. Then iced con-
somme. Then a breast of guinea hen
with asparagus tips and drawn butter.
After that I'll take a marron glace,
a demitasse, and cherry brandy"
is hat alp" inquired the man.
Barbara thought that would be suf-
ficient.
The waiter bowed, whipped his nap
kin under his arm and retired with the
air of one who has his work cut out.
The cowboys struck up a joyous ditty.
The food arrived. Barbara did NO more
than mutilate each dish. When the
bill came, she noted the ~flgure-and
seemed content.
The car awaited them complacently.
Instead of turning back the man head
ed northwards. With his ewes on the
road ahead he drove. He followed his
fixed intention. And he took her with
him. She was part Of that intention.
"Darling!" whispered the man be-
side her.
She kept her eyes closed. She would
not-cOuld not-lOOk at him.
"Darling!"
No good. She couldn't help herself.
She was staring up at him. Something
in his face made her shivery all over.
Why this-this was love. Love? En-
chantment. Fairy tale splendor. The
world and the stars and the cosmic
universe.
Yes" she whispered back.
The car was slowing down, stopping.
They were in q narrow road running
through woodland.
"Yes?"
But he did not answer. His arms
were about her, her head against his
shoulder. And this time when he
kissed her, she did not pull away. Not
if she had wanted to could she have
pulled away. And she did not want to.
But finally the kiss ended and he
murmured against her cheek, Darling,
tell me, did you really want to marry
that man this EVENING""
No"
do you want to marry me-now?"
Yes"
Then we shall"
But we can't darling. Mama"
Mama has nothing to do with this"
But she has. She would be furi-
ous!'
1T doesn't matter"
But it does! No. l can't"
You must"
NO. / cannot"
Yes, it's settled. We shall be mar
ried Immediately. I'll find a justice of
the peace"
NO. 1t would make mama so very
angry
Damn your mama! Damn all blind,
interfering mamas!"
oh, what's the use of cursing?
We've got to make the best of things,
l suppose"
You'd rather go back! And stand,
l expect, tonight beneath a flower
arch"
Now, darling, don't be nasty"
I'm not being nasty"
You are. Be nice to me. Well 60
back, but / won't be married under a
flower arch If you don't want me to-
Want you to! Are you crazy? 1
want you TO run away with me-far
away from every one-from every
thing"
II know. But it's impossible. We
must be brave. And if we are, going
home won't be so bad"
Then why are you crying?"
Il cry" she wept, because I am SO
happy and it hurts me-"
Nov, we will go on and find a JUS
tice," he said, touching her wet lashes
with a dark, thin finger.
mo. We will go home and 1 shall
see if my wedding gown has arrived.
And if it has, tonight l shall be mar
ried in it beneath a flower arch, by a
bishop, just as if all this had never
happened"
The arms about her relaxed, released
her.
He stared queerly down at her. do
you mean it?"
yes"
Then" he said bitterly, you had
intended all the time to go through
with it-even though you didn't love"
But she interrupted swiftly, mo. No.
But / had to find out. l wanted to be
sure"
"Sure of what? Your love for him?"