Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-06-16

and Rathbone said quickly:
How far have you been running
| What is the matter, Diana?n
Nothing" She laughed harshly. ooh,
nothing, except that once more I've
discovered that life is only a rotten,
] beastly sham"
He let that pass, and she went on in
quick, excited tones.
We're always wrong about people,
no matter how we'll we think we know
them. I'll never believe in anyone
again as long as ! live"
She had been wrong about Linda
too; somehow she had always respected
Dennis's wife and envied her poise and
integrity even though she had once
SO. foolishly hated her and now she
| had discovered that Linda was play
ing the same game as the rest of the
world, meeting another man secretly,
lying about it to her husband (not that
| that matteredD in fugitive chase aft
ter the elusive sham called Love
which, even if you caught up with it,
never gave you any real peace or
satisfaction, but only turned to rend
you.
I'll never believe in anyone again
as long as | live" Diana cried, pas
sionately, and covering her face with
her hands she began to sob.
Rathbone sat very still, his head
averted. He could see that Diana was
utterly overweight and knew that she
! must have received a severe shock,
but he saw it was not the moment for
him to speak, and presently she went
on, almost incoherent with her bitter
sobbing.
People don't even love you honest
~ It's not you they think about
at all only themselves Men don't
care what becomes of any woman SO
long as they get what they want
We're just here to be made use CT.
It isn't love -. it's all a pretense
Just hateful 8. damned beast
illness. You're all the same not
! one Of you worth a single tear !. and
yet we 90 on hoping
We're such fools breaking our
hearts wishing we could die. Y
iDiana-for Gods sake"
It's true you know it's true
she challenged him fiercely. Your
selves, only yourselves that's all
you care about. q. I don't believe in
you any more, ei-either. You're the
same as all the others. !" Her words
were torn by her passionate sobbinq.
You know loved you. suppose
you meant me to ]. and then YOU
didn't want me to tell you. I sup
pose you were afraid should be
nuisance to you i. You'd got one
woman on your hands already
as much as you could manage
suppose. So you wen awav
didn't even say goodbye didn't
care about me, or what happened
to me-"
"Diana"
She went on passionately. utterly
lost.
Its true az. you know it's true
1t wouldn't have mattered to YOU if /
if Id gone away and j. and lived
with half dozen men as long as
! didn't worry you Z. any more.
You think you're righteous pre-
tended to be and all the time you
were only Just tired Of me /
suppose you-you'd had enough
"Dianal" Rathbone said again brok-
emily
With swift movement he leaned
over and took both her wrists in his
grasp, drawing her hands away from
her convulsed face. He held them for
q moment as if even yet he could not
trust himself sufficiently to tell her the
truth, and then, with smothered ex-
clamation he bent his face to her hands.
holding them tightly there, closing his
eyes against their softness, his lips
pressed to their palms in passionate
kisses.
Diana. Diana. 2
She was suddenly still, sobbing no
more; her eyes were on his down
bent head, her breath coming in little
gasps from between her parted lips
as IT each one was separate pain
till at last he looked up
For long moment they held one
another's gaze, not speaking, just read
ing in each others hearts all of their
sorrow and joy and pent-up love; then
Rathbone leaned over and took her
in his arms He held her to him. all
crumpled up as if she had been a
child, till, after long silence, dur
in which neither of them was con-
scious Of anything but each others
nearness, she moved her arm a little