Plentywood herald., 1931-08-06

IN THREE PARIS-PAkI THREE
nUT she was not really angry. Her
N heart beat faster. She got to bed
and lay there rigid until little by
little her anger was cooled by the still
night No laughter now below. She
had effectively spoiled the Miss BIS
mirthfulneSS.
She was almost asleep when laughter
of her own startled her wide awake
Just on the threshold of a dream she
had found herself saying. with my
long, strong hands l poke you -
and, laughing unavoidably aloud. had
turned back from her dream. Now, in
that rested, clarified moment, broad
awake, still she couldn't help laughing.
You are four humps of wax :"
But how obscenely ludicrous it sound
ed. With my long, strong hands. .
Eileen thumped at her pillow, screwed
her head angrily into it and, control
ling hysterical inclination, sternly
composed herself to the dignified gravi-
ty of sleep.
1t was with a real. pang of dismay
that she saw next morning the effect
upon the two Miss BIS of her behavior
of the night before Actually their
pinkness had shriveled. Their mouths
dropped and their eyes avoided hers.
She could not bear it. After break
fast she followed Miss Buss into the
kitchen and threw her arms about the
solid little figure.
pl,c
Both of you, please. was so silly to
be annoyed to show annoyance. Lots
of people don't get verse libre, can't
take it seriously. I don't know why
was such a fool. I think I'm tired.
My nerves aren't very steady :"
and she found herself sitting on a
kitchen chair with tears running down
her cheeks.
"Oh, now. indeed, Miss Morrell, it
was perfectly natural you should be
cross our laughing that way.
But We couldn't know We couldn't
possibly have known it was his verse
or that you were friend of his"
Eileen looked up, drying her eyes and
blowing her nose.
please don't take it SO hard, Miss
Buss. Don't look so solemn and so
scared. I don't care now. I'd rather
have you laugh than look so serious
about it, Horace ;"
She could not be sure, but it seemed
to her that her hostess gave herself
little shuddery shake and Eileen
stopped, feeling mystified and very
family, again angry.
1--WE won't talk about it, DEAR" said
Miss Buss. We'll try to forget it.
Your nerves are bad, I'm sure. But
this country" her eyes were ter
ribly sad and pitying, this country
maybe will rest them anc cure them"
She turned away. please God!" she
added in prayerful whisper
Eileen got up then and left the
kitchen. She did not want. as Hor-
aces friend and inspiration, to be
prayed overl She went into the hall,
gathered up her fishing tackle and
escaped.
Later, she met with Martin GrJome
at q bend in her trout stream
They had their lunch out there to-
gether. 1t was very peaceful. The
water made most of the conversation.
Martin was as unobtrusive as big,
messy rock in the sun. She meant to
tell him about the Miss BIS and their
reactions to verse libre, but since the
evening was associated with his own
poignant history, she found herself un-
able to introduce the later incident.
And in their other meetings ;.
they fell into the habit of such meet
ings talk ran along other chan
nels. She could never find her way
towards verse Ibre or any other sort
Of poetry, and she found herself more
and more unwilling to get back to it.
1t seemed to her that she was living
poetry in the fields. More and more
recalcitrant as her nerves grew rested
and her Drowned skin grew roster, did
she become toward New York and her
own work there and-yes-tOward
Horace Willowly. Yet 1t was becoming
every day more urgent that she should
write to that waiting lover, tell him
that, at last, she could and would sur
ICLiuCl AlCA AdSI AAdA OH uPiS, cAAnV HaiS
was, in fact, after this stolen period
of seclusion, coming back to marry
him. 1t was very urgent. And she
postponed it. And she was vaguely
unhappy, but, at the same time, more
light of heart and head than she had
been in years.
She was glad to look pretty again
instead Of merely interesting and dec
orative. IF I keep on, though" she
told her mirror, II will really begin
to look like four Jumps of wax
pinkish brown wax Now, I never in
my life was so plump before. Won't
it be queer if l go back to Horace
looking like the two Miss Bs," and she
repeated chucklingly,
Miss Buss and Miss Beale
Cupid's darts never feel.
How different from us
| Are Miss Beale and Miss Buss.'
| And "us" undoubtedly nowadays
meant Martin and herself
She decided suddenly two or three
evenings later, that she must CO. She
must hurry to New York Immediately
and get herself married to the poet OF
verse hbre without delay. She had
really spoiled the Miss BIS cheerful
ness. They'd never looked SO simply
happy in her presence since that an
lucky night, and it would not do tC
take the friendly pleasantness out OF
the face Of Martin GroOme. That