The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-08-29
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wait agrees to m AIRY wealthy,
middle.aged Harvey Blaine because
the father she adores is in financial
straits. She hopes, however. that
handsome Jack Laurence, q young
camper whom she only met once
and tho only man she ever wanted
to kiss her-will rescue her from
Blaine. When Jack fails to appear,
she turns, in desperation, to Jim
mie Warren, her Aunt Pamela's
fascinating husband. They become
infatuated and Pat breaks her en-
gagement. Aunt Pam is suspicious
but blames herself for warning Pat
that love fades, inferring that her
marriage to Jimmie had failed.
Feeling that Pam no longer cares,
Jimmie and Pat see no wrong in
their "love". Then Jack appears,
but Pat tells him he is too late
the emotion he awakened, bios
somed to love under anothers kiss.
Jack, claiming he is the one Pat
really cares for, refuses to give up.
and the next day moves to her no.
tel. The contest between Jack and
Jimmie for Pats love is on. Pamela
looks on in painful amazement,
realizing she stiIl loves her hus-
band. Pat leaves the Warrens' homo
where she had been since her
fathers absence, and returns to the
hotel, realizing that Jimmie cannot
be romantic with her, as long as
she is under his protection. To avoid
gossip, Pamela decides to have her
house redecorated, SO she and Jim.
ME also move to the hotel. Pat now
openly appropriates Jimmie, but
Jack makes it q point to be with
them always. Pat plans to ride
mornings to give Jimmie the oppor.
tunity to be with her alone but, be.
fore he can say a word, Jack offera
to accompany her. As the days 60
by, Pat looks forward to her rides
with Jack.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Memories of Jimmie and the
surging, bewildering tide Of print
tive desire he provoked, would re
cur briefly, their torment absent
even their sweetness mere phan'
toms that would slip away, lost il
the quiet and gaiety, the stlenc>
and laughter Of this new mysteri'
Gus world.
And looking at Jack, so straight
and graceful in the saddle, darl
head uplifted and shining, finel,
nodded profile, eyes adreaming, sh'
would wonder as she had done OF
that long-ago night Of moonlight
and sea and space, what was the
mystery of this man that separated
him from all others, clustering hin
in a world apart into which he coule
draw one away, wholly unto him
self. What strong quality in hin
started the mind on fantastic jour
neys, clouding tangible life, setting
ugliness and troublings behind ,
mist, stressing only beauty. He hat
. way Of throwing up his head t.
laugh silently that delighted her
and she would say to herself: IT.
quite true, I need him as much n
I do Jimmie. I'm one of til os
strange women who require tw'
man RI FIJI their lives.
Slowly at first, now rapidly. tn
sun would rise, painting the heav
ems with incredible hues; where
upon, careless Of its own magnifi
cence, it would presently wash tn
vast picture away in an overflow
of gold, embroidering the Landscape
with multiple patterns Of deep ligh
and shade. And a new and waste
picture would spring into crystal
line life.
Now and again the tortuous roal
would fly off from the sea to plung
through primeval forests, impene
trable, defiant, alluring; forest
that would as sharply hatten GU
into vast reaches Of oozy mangrov
boys above which the road ran higl
like a miniature plateau for mile
on end.
The road never ceased to sur
prise and ravish her. She neve
wanted to turn back.
If only one could walk perma
nently into this world Of prodiga
light and beauty, and close the gait
forever upon dark reality.