Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-12-17

oos0 ~ I'LL, Uut q combination OF
the palace OF Versailles and the Grand
Central station in New York. It &C.
cupied grounds about the size 6f the
duchy OF Luxembourg, and on the
grounds, once barren plain. had been
sst great trees brought from England.
A mile OF avenue. planted in elms.
led up to the mansion, and each elm,
bought, transported. and stuck in the
ground, had cost fifteen hundred dol
larS- There were rare plants. farms.
forests, lakes. tennis courts, golf links,
polo fields, race tracks. airdromes.
swimming pools Whole paneled
rooms had been brought from France.
IN the bathrooms were electric cnb-
1nsts. and sunken tubs OF rare marble.
and shower baths glass enclosed.
These bathrooms were the size OF bed
rooms. and tho bedrooms the size Of
bathrooms. and the bathrooms az biz al
m auditorium. There was an ice
plant and cooling system that could
chill the air of every room IN thu
house, even on the hottest Oklahoma
windy day. The kitchen range looked
IKE house In itself and the kitchen
looked like that Of the Biltmore. only
larger. When you entered tho dining
room you felt that here should be
seated solemn diplomats In gold braid
signing world treaties and having
their portraits painted doing It sixtv
gardeners manned the xrounda The
neuse servants would have peopIed q
village.
Sabra Cravat rarely came to Visit
hsr daughters house. and when she
lid the very simplicity OF her slim
straight little 1gure In its dark blue
keorgette or black crepe was startling
IN the midst Of these marble columns
and vast corridors and royal hang.
ings She did come occasionally and
on those occasions you found her In
the great central apartment that was
like throne room. standing there be-
fore the portraits OF her sons two
children. Felice md Yancey Cravat
Failing to possess either Of the chill
dren for her own. Donna had had
them painted and hung there, one
either side OF the enormous fireplace.
She had meant them to be gift to her
mother, but Sabra Cravat had re-
fused to take them.
Don't you like them, Sabra darling?
They're the best things Segovia has
ever done. Is 1t because they're mod
ern2 / think they look like the kids
don't your"
They're Just wonderful
We'll. then?'
I'D have to build house for them.
How would they look In the sitting
room OF the house on Kihekahl No,
let me come here and look at them
now and then. That way they're al
ways a fresh surprise to me-"
Certainly they were rather surpris-
Ing those portraits. Rather, one OF |
them was. Segovia had got little
Felice well enough. but he had made |
the mistake OF painting her In Span
ish costume, and somehow her angular /
contours and boyish frame had not |
lent themselves to these gorgeous lace |
and satin trappings. The boy. Yam
cey. had refused to dress up for the
occasion-had. indeed, been impatient
OF posing at all. Segovia had caught
him quickly and brilliantly. with
startling results He wore a pair OF
loose, rather grimy white tennis pants,
a white woolly sweater with a hole In
the elbow. and was hatless. In his
right hand-that slim. beautiful. speak
Ing hand-he held limp. half-smoked
cigarette. its blue-gray smoke spiraling
family. Its dull red eye the only note
OF color In the picture. Yet the whole
portrait was colorful. moving, alive.
The boys pose was so insolent. so
1.-THE. SO careless The eyes followed
you. He was person.
Looks like Ruby. don't you Think"
Donna had said. when first she had
shown 1t to her mother
mol" Sabra had replied. with
enormous vigor. mot at all. Your
father"
"Well--maybe-a little"
"A littlel You're crazyl Look at
his eyes, His hands. OF course they're
1of as beautiful as your fathers
lands were-are. !"
II had been five years since Sabra
had heard news of her husband, YAM
,ey Cravat. And now. for the first
line, she felt that he was dead. though
The had never admitted this. In spite
II his years she had heard TINT Yam
icy had gone to France during the
var. The American and the English
lrmies had rejected him, so he had
lyed his grazing hair. lied about his
lge, thrown back his still magnificent
houlders, and somehow. by his eyes.
lis voice, his hands, or a combination
Il all these. had hypnotized them into
aking him. Al unofficial report had
listed him among the missing after the
arnage had ceased In the shambles
hat had been a wooded plateau called
he Argonne
HE isn't dead.~ Sahra had said