The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1931-02-27

ents. He had gathered an impress
sion from his reading that all writ
ers were a bit jolly, unconventional
and bohemian.
$50 glad to meet you, Mr..
Clarke |" the girl announced. Her
deep, melli1uous tones seemed to
reyerberate In the Dom and chal-
lenge the dying voice Of the last
note she had struck on Elmer's old
piano. 81 am Doris Gatewood."
Elmer bowed over the out
stretched hand. Jasper gave me
your card, Miss Gatewood; conse-
quently | can guess the reason for
your call. Please be seated" He
indicated q horsehair sofa and sat
down opposite. I'm sorry you've
had to wait so long for me-"
"Oh, / haven't been a bit lonely,
MIR. Clarkel I've been playing with
your fox terrier, and when he ran
away | played the piano. found
some books and I've been reading
also"
"You did quite right to make
yourself at home, Miss Gatewood."
you're very kind. BY the way,
Mr.. Clarke, if you'll forgive mi for
mentioning it, your piano has a
wonderful tone, but it needs tuu-
ing"
Il wasn't aware Of that. Nobody
has opened the old ruin since my
mother passed away over five years
ago."
"And you live quite alone?"
He nodded, the while he ap-
praised her with the impersonal
air Of good breeding which was his
natural heritage. He decided she
was the most dashing young wom-
an ne had ever seen. In fact, she
was more beautiful than Nellie
Cathcart-and Elmer had thought
that an impossibility for any
woman.
Perhaps, he told himself. that
was due to the undeniable "air" Of
her more than to superiority of
sheer physical beauty. Nellie, too,
had an air, but it was natural,
while Miss Doris Gatewood APP
peared to have acquired hers. She
was dressed in a manner which FL
mer could not have described; like
all Of his sex all he knew about
women's clothes was that they
looked stunning or Indifferent.
Miss Gatewood's wardrobe then
and there In evidence was neither
stunning nor Indifferent, and Elmer
found In his rag bag Of a mind a
phrase that appeared to describe
her and her clothes. She was well
groOmed.
Her chic little tan haiti was a
Paris model-gave her a saucy air
and fitted her face. Her hair
was bobbed and as black and glis-
tening as q ravens wing. Her
skin was the kind one loves to
touch, but whether her glorious col
oring vas natural or artificial was
beyond Elmer's ability to decide.
She wore q smart tailored suit of
brownish tweed and somewhat
mannish cut. brown silk stockings
and cunning little brown brogues
with tasseled tongues. Her shirt
waist, with a tailored collar. was
Immediately white and very plain.
She wore Colorado Charley's hand !,
some brown silk tie; her gloves
were brown and her eyes were
brown, radiant, challenging, alight
interest.
"She's a darb," thought Elmer
Butterworth Clarke. Brains to
spare. Must have, to be a special
correspondent of the American
Weekly. I've heard writer's like
her make a hundred or two a week,
sometimes more. That's why she
afford such nice clothes. But
she isn't overdressed, either. What
would call good taste Is the
keynote Of her get-up."
Miss Doris Gatewood on her part
vas, without appearing to do so.
making a swift appraisal Of Elmer
isn't he nice Iooking7"
The asked herself. land he has
lice manners, too. for a hick. He
must have had a nice mother. He's