Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-02-18
Continued from last week.
Chapter 16
INSANE AND MEDIEVAL IDEAS

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Chapter 16
INSANE AND MEDIEVAL IDEAS
With a shrek Hope rushed past
her father To the window.
Tearing back the curtains TO see
what she couldn't believe was true
to see the unholy, l0yable, outrageous
roadster disappearing around the
bend OF the driveway-off down the
"Dickey." she screamed. "Dick-
Slowly. Hone turned back to face
her father. Blood Of the same blood;
each with the same granite will and
imperious pride, they faced each
that seemed to have forgotten love in
this. their greatest moment Of coz
flict.
demanded throatily. Where did he
go? What did you do TO him.
Strangely stin stood John Howard
Ross, his thin pale lips twitehing,
his eyes unblinking and almost gilt
tering as he stared steadily at her.
Hope struggled valiantly- between
the fear of a little girl before the
father she had been trained TO obey
and respect. and her w desperate
faith in a new love. Struggled to
swallow the weller of ears that We're
straining at her throat, and the very
hungry, very faint and very helpless
feeling hat was stealing over her.
II want you 10 know, Dad" she
said with deadly certainty, that no.
thing can keep ms away from Dickey.
l love him, Dad. Don't look at me
like that! | love him-and I'm mar
ried to him. Daddie. Don't look at
me like that"
She was crying now-bawling open
" like some three year-old-her
hands pulling at her dress.
I'm sorry she walled. Sorry |
did it-like | did. | shouldn't have,
| suppose. But Mama was so mean
him and Daddie, | love him SO. I'm
sorry. | didn't realize how | would
hurt you. But now, Daddie, or a
million years from now. last night
or years to come In church with a
veil-it would be Dickey with me.
Still the unchanged expression
stared stonily down on her, lips
twitching. Still the silence, despite
the fact that in her earnestness she
had caught at the lapels of his coat,
tugging to emphasize each swollen
half-strangled word.
She flung herself, breathless, into
q huge high-back needle-point chair.
In echoing silence she cried until her
sobs expended themselves I'm her an
ger and fear.
A sharp, stern voice cut in on her
quivering breathlessness.
G to your room,' said Papa Ross.
She waited until she could see him
plainly. See the grim, a u face that
had spoken those unfeeling words.
Slowly she got to her feet.
Listen. Dad" she managed husk
lily. You're not fair. Not to listen
or even speak to me. ! didn't mean
any harm. We haven't done any
harm, except to"
Go to your room!'
Without another word, Hope start
ed past him. Because she couldn't
quite clearly see, and because she
expected him to step aside for her to
reach the staircase. she bumped awk-
A slight grGan escaped his lips,
and his right hand went up swiftly
to the limp arm.
Dad! You're hurt. Daddie, what
is L? You're hurt
All softness and sympathy she
had turned toward him. But his
right hand wen up as a barrier.
Go to your ROOM" he repeated
as II forcing each word thru his
So noisy was Hopes refuge in
weeping when at last she reached
her own be-taffeta'd and eanopied
bed, that she didn't hear a key turn
in her door. For centuries she lay.
face downward, a fanciful wreck of
q bride; finding only one warm and
living comfort. Sassy eventually
snuggled close to her hot cheeks.
mewlng intermittently. his white fur
becoming e%ntangled in her yellow
curls, rs She clasped him to her grub
by face and told him over and over
that Ii wasn't fair, and it couldn't
go on. Dickey would return soon,
and probably bring Hickey, and sure
ly her father would come to talk to
her and then she'd explain just how
it had happened.
But dusk crept over the hills Of
Westchester, and it did go on, and
Dickey didn't appear, nor did her
father come to talk to her.
Eventually Hope bathed and dress ,
ed afresh, marveling at so much
headache as she gazed into her own
bewildered, reddened eyes in the mir
ror.
At length she gained courage and
with a quiet determination she
walked to her door.
But the door Of her bedroom was
locked!
A wave Of fury swept thru Hope;
of tears and repentance!
If only there were a telephone in
her room! So often she had thought
of asking for one. And now-if only
she could know where he was, and
WHAT ne was uOlHB.
AT eight o'clock that night, the key
turned in her lock and her door was
flung open. On the threshold stood
her father. Silent. Never glancing
at her. Past him came Dill. the cook,
bearing a tray which she deposited
on the end table beside Hopes pet
armchair.
Good evening, Miss Hope" num-
bled Cook from sheer necessity to
greet the forlorn figure standing at
the window.
on her fathers unapproachable coun-
tenance. Now her little jaw grew
square and her lips curled.
I'm not Miss Hope" she said quite
hastily. Oh. very. hastily indeed I'm
THAT win do Dill" said Mr.. Ross
-.
Hope smiled with sour triumph as
the cook clacked sedately thru the
doorway. But the smile faded as
her father followed the cook swiftly,
closed the door and turned the key
once more In the lock. !
"Dad!' she called, and flew to the
door. beating il viciously with her
small fists. Il won't have It'll ! won't
have It, you hear? I'm not a baby
any longer. Listen to me-
But If Papa Ross was listening on
the other side, no sound or murmur
came thru the doc to quiet her an
''Treat me like a prisoner" Hope
cried. Il never heard Of such insane,
medieval, outlandish, downright cruel
ideas In all my whole life"
Chapter II
WHOLESALE INSULT