Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-08-27
Published by Special Advancement With The
Chicago Tribune Syndicate
Copyright 1891: BY MARGARET W%iddemer)
IN THREE PARTS-PART ONE

49, AAAhA- - <hAkA OAN
WHAT her friends said-the men
wv with an irritated admiration, the
girls with a certain envy-was that
Rosalie Caldwell always had to have
a doormat. Male, of course, under
stood.
This was, in a way, the truth. There
were two other truths inside it, like
Chinese boxes. The first was that
Rosalie, despite her capacity for look
ing appealingly insolent under her long
eyelashes, and talking even more scorn-
fully than she looked. was desperately
romantic and always fitting the princes
cloak on n man or another. And
then-till she met Bill Shippen-pull-
ing it off again.
The other was that when she ran
into Bill, big, black, magnificent Bill,
the princes cloak stuck to him. And
she wasn't used to having that happen.
She was in love with him, horribly
against her will. Also, against the ad-
vice of most people. Because Bill and
she were two of a kind. But after
all, her being far too much in love
with Bill led her to finding Pierson
Mulliner, so-or perhaps
When Rosalie broke off with Bill it
was the last of a half dozen scenes
which had for their background the
square, solid, respectable living room
of Rosalie's square, solid, respectable
brother-in-law, Arthur Trunnion.
1--WE adore each other. You know
it. And yet you make a doormat OF
me-" Bill hurled at her, looking seven
feet high and radiating thunder and
lightning.
II don't!" gasped Rosalie, jerking
round her sleek, dark hair. Her long,
dark eyes, the lashes turned into wet
black spikes, glared at him. you try
to make one of me-"
"Oh. Lord, we just go over and over
this" said Bill. I'm sick of it."
I'm through gulped Resale. We've
both got to be through"
Bill stopped short. 1T would be all
right if only" he began.
Rosalie held herself stonily to little
cat-tidying; sleeked hair, Redeemed
lips, powder. She then sat up straight
holding him with her eye.
81 admit we adore each other. All
right. But we'll simply go on being
cat and dog for fifty years, II WE
marry"
81 know it," Bill said desperately
"But hell, darling, it's paradise between
fights" i.
The cool, insolent, wise Resale helc
the helm of the scene desperately
against the young one, the one who was
silly and unreasonable and passionate
That Rosalie wanted to throw herself
on Bills big, strong shoulder and kiss
and apologize and cry enjoyably. The
clear headed Rosalie said in a voice
as intelligent and middle aged as the
Emerson's Essays in fooled leather or
the table: Its not good enough. Para
disc wears off; fighting doesn't
Bills voice turned hard-she'd never
heard it SO hard. "All right. You've
said enough. I get you"
He went over and got his hat anc
overcoat.
lone more good doormat gone
wrong he said hatefully as he passed
her. That was all. There wasn't any
more Bill.
Her sister Kit, housing in after a
bridge and dancing to find, she hoped
some ginger ale and a cracker or two
found Rosalie still curled in the bic
chair and said with a certain tender
ness, Another Bill roW?"
Rosalie uncurled and rubbed her face
down with a red chiffon handkerchief
and said, THE last, I guess"
She put on more powder with a near
ly steady hand.
Perhaps It's just as WELL" Kit said
You know, Rosy, grand passions gen.
orally do go on the rocks. And you
both had a disgustingly lot of tenn.
permanent"
II know. That's why l broke it off
And I wish / was dead"
"See here, Rosy; it was pretty i'm.
possible" said Kit. She dropped hel
orchid velvet jacket and sat down
! stripped and glittering, to Bills I'm