Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-04-02
Over the coffee Randy mentioned

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his desire-casually, of course.
You want to meet Corlnth Deer
ing?" said Callahan. "Why?"
oh" said Randy, Il like her
looks. She's beautiful"
Il suppose she is" said Callahan.
I've known her so long I'd forgotten
about that. 1 don't suppose-no, I
guess you'd better meet her. I'll throw
a party for you at the Embassy Satur-
day night and ask her. How's that?"
Swell" said Randy. will she
Gomez"
"She always has," said Callahan.
graphically.
That afternoon Randy telephoned
Ellen Williams.
"Oh, that's splendid" said the warm
voice. I'm sure she'll go. I'll con-
spire with you, Mr.. Westover. If any,
thing else ONE up, I just won't tell
her about it,"
You're a wonder" said Randy. II
wish there was something I could do
for you. Couldn't you come down and
have dinner with me some night? I
like to talk to YOU"
He felt her hesitation. Then she
said, Eyes, I'll come. And you can
talk about" He heard her laugh
rs she hung up.
Saturday afternoon he went out to
Midwick and knocked the balls around.
But he wasn't interested. The gang
looked at him oddly. Had Randy West
over gone back as badly as that? The
truth was that he'd gone to see THE
Love Magic" again the night before.
And Ellen Williams had brought him
a big, beautiful picture of Corinth
Deering. 1t stood IN his table, framed
in jade, and tormented him into q new
fever of desire every time he looked at
it."
While he dressed he said grimly,
Three times is the charm"
But Corinth Deering didn't come to
Bill Callahan's party.
At six o'clock Randy got a wire. The
minute he saw the yellow envelope he
got a queer feeling. OF course, it
might be from Willie, who inquired
and encouraged and berated daily over
the wire. But somehow he knew II
wasn't.
1t was from Ellen Williams.
Miss Deering can't go tonight" II
said. "She has a terrible headache
Will you come up tomorrow? Shell
be home all day."
Randy was very close to saying, ITO
hell with her" Then he looked at the
picture that stood on his table. He
telephoned Ellen Williams. He forgot
to thank her for her thoughtfulness
in warning him Of the evenings dis
aster. But he said he would be out
tomorrow.
who is this young man?" said Cor
NTH Deering.
Hes a great polo player" said FL
len Williams. His people are really
wonderful and he has lots Of money.
He's-very nice. Good looking and
young and clean. And single. Per-
haps-you1l like him."
Corinth Deering sighed. Maybe
she said. ELLEN, you're sure Eddie
hasn't telephoned this morning?"
mo- said Ellen Williams shortly
Hes gone to Aqua Caliente with his
wife,"
II know that" said Corinth Deering
HE might telephone anyway"
HE didn't" said Ellen Williams. 81
wish you'd seen Randy Westover play
polo. He's marvellous. In the Inter
nationals last year."
what are the internationally" saic
Corinth Deering. "Oh, Ellen, there's
a motorcycle boy. Maybe it's a wire
from Eddie"
Miss Deering was at home and would
be delighted to see him.
Randy Westover. very dark and stern
with depressed emotion, walked agair
the narrow grass paths, down into a
terraced garden, where white and pur-
pie wistaria trailed clouds of perfumed
glory above an arbor.
Ellen Williams gave him a bright
quick smile.
But he didn't see her. He was look
ing at the girl who sat in a long wick
er chair, her head thrown back against
the silken cushions.
It seemed to him that nothing Sc
exquisitely beautiful had yer before
been created. No picture could de
justice to the pale gold of her hair
the delicate ivory of her skin, thu
clear gray of her eyes. Under hel
orchid pajamas her slim body was like
a carved jewel. There vas something
about her almost too perfect to be real
He looked up and met Ellen Will
liams' gaze. In her eyes was a no
! hunger that startled him Then shs
was gone and he was alone with Cor
NTH Deer1ng, who was more beautiful
more wholly his ideal, than he hae
imagined In his widest dreams.
He said, TITS very kind Of you Il
let me come"
Corinth Deer1ng smiled. Her teetl
we're, actually, like pearls. TITS nic'
OF you to want to come. I'm sorry
had to be so rude before. But-I'n
a slave to my work."
He sat down. There was a it'll
pause. The summer day waited fra
GRANGE from the garden to them.
"You play polo, don't your" asket
the beauty.
"A little" said Randy Westover.
II don't know anything about polo,
!. said Corinth Deering, patting her gold
en- hair into place over each ear. 1.-THE,
say it's a lovely game"
"It's a good game" said Randy
you'd like it."