Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-05-21

Well. at last there was no need to
worry about those things any more.
| She had been neryously swapping and
%unsnapping the catch on her handbag,
guarded so carefully in her lap. and
presently she opened il and took out
a folded official document, the engraved
inscription on its face already trans
lated and fixed in her mind-"Decree
of Absolute Divorce and typed be-
low. Marguerite Pendleton Holt VS..
Robinson Holt" So that had hap
pened to her, thing certainly which
she had never anticipated. How sure
she'd been both of herself and of Rob,
his strength. the intensity of his love,
the feeling that she was walking into
arms which would hold her tenderly
and safe from the world. And then
to discover that his idea of love was
only something furiously jealous and
posSesSive.
She remembered now the viselike
crush of Rob Hollis arm the first time
he'd ever kissed her. do you mind?"
he had asked. SO she should have
known. How different. more tentative,
more sensitive, more infinitely gentle,
was the touch of Philip Vanel So she
could at least know that. too.
The taxicab whirled along the Cours
d'Albert and the Seine and passed be-
tween the Trocadero and that long
vista of the Campus Martius framed
under the base arch of the Eiffel tower.
In another minute they ratified across
the Place de PlaSsy and turned left
Immediately to view the river again
and to enter the Square Alboni, where
Peggy could see the windows Of her
apartment. In her few months resi-
dence and during her brief absence in
Geneva the place had become home.
Now she must go back to America and
make another home, the best kind Of
home she could. unless-a memory of
letters. kilograms, flowers, all of Philips
encouragement completed that unless
unless she married Philip Vane.
The concierge took her bags while
Peggy went in by the garden gate. A
piped scream greeted her appearance,
followed by a slightly fainter scream,
as Paddy and Penny, or Patricia and
Penelope, her babes of four and five,
flung down croquet mallets and made
for her in a bee line, or rather, two
bee lines, across flower beds, pell nell
Its my muth!" shrilled Paddy. "It's
my muth!" echoed Penny with en-
phasis on the possessive.
Perhaps Penny got that trait from
her father. For the rest, the two OF
them were as like as peas, provided
one pea may be a tiny bit bigger thar
another to allow for Paddy's extra
year, a pair of fat, fair-haired, ano
gray-eyed elves, little Peggies. Yes
they were hers now, and yet even az
she squeezed their soft little middles
an ugly phrase came out of her minc
to recall things-'herewith granted
custody of children"
AS if any court, much less a court
thousands of miles from Springfield
had a right to to grant Rob Hollis chill
dren to anybody else. She could con-
cede him that, the only thing, and hel
mind could see him now carrying then
up to bed, both under n arm a:
they insisted, and remembered her owr
terror that Penny would be crushed
Or Paddy dropped, a fear which ap-
parently never entered their touslee
heads.
Peggy slipped out of her suit ant
into a favorite tea gown, wine colol
and old lace, and then she went to thu
table in the salon for the little greer
oblong slip which meant a telegram
and which was the first thing he.
eyes had fastened upon when she en-.
tered the apartment. Philip was wait.
ing in London and he had promised
to wire.
She finished her tea with the mes,
] sage in her hand, unopened. She knew
what it would say, the hour of hi
arrival and some word or phrase which
: would meal his understanding of he,
!, feelings, perhaps even his own gentl,
desire. Brave ~girl-fying over from
. London-anything but wings too slow
J Philip" That would be it, and sh,
! would have a n of not being 81
: desperately alone, now that she wa.
alone. She recalled the many hours
r even some of the hours in Spring
field, when Philip Vane had saved he
' from feeling alone. He had given he
advice and courage at the crisis anC
: then had followed her to Europe 81
+, that there would always be at least
! friend, finally and almost timidly of.
fering his W arm and his plea tina
4 men a be trusting as we'll as jealous
Peggy started to tear, open her tele.
! gram, but the door phone buzzed ant
: she jumped to answer it, fearful Of
. there are American reporters even il
Paris-fearful again of being publ
. and conspicuous and marked as a di
vorcee. yes? Who? Oh, Phillip
Happy relief. So the wings had brough
him almost as soon as his telegram
She put it, still unread, in the draw
!, er of her writing desk. 1t would b
!, fun to read that after, to see what he,
:, said. Some tumult in her breast mad
her heart race.
Philip ,Vane was not Rob, neither S
tall nor 81 broad, a more sensitiv
type and finer. Yes, that was it, fine
his perceptions, his movements, hi
y fingers, his whole fiber. Peggy felt
q again very poignantly as soon as h
d stood in the doorway and met her era
eyes with that faint half smile in HI
t. blue ones. There was a certain sol
of spiritual good looks about Phil