The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1933-06-29
The Garden of
Delight
BY COSMO HAMILTON
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

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10 the open-air restaurant Of the
RUSSIAN grand duke. A screen of cam
vas was drawn across the gate.
But that meant nothing to Ivan
storogev, the successful gigolo, who,
al three o'clock In the afternoon, had
craWled from his comfortable bed. A
year ago he had been q waiter, a
loyal member of the commonwealth Of
RUSSIAN aristocrats under the leader
snip OF the dead cars cousin In that
place. He made his way through the
mouse, saw Princess Trina Petrovna
hanging paper lanterns on the shabby
pergola and marched quickly to her
| side.
your she said lightly. "How nice
OF you to come. None OF us hangs
these bedraggled lanterns with such
touch"
He said thickly, 'Why don't you an
swer my letters7p He made no at
tempt to hang the lantern which she
gave him.
Trina continued to put the candles
10 their sockets with steady hand.
III you're not going to help me- she
said, you're badly In the way"
He said, Il can't and won't stand the
way IN which you're treating me. Do
you hear2 / regard myself as en-
gagged to be married to you. / earn
enough money on which we can keep
respectable apartment and I've
saved enough to lift you from this
place, Why do you hold OFF,
Trina assumed an anger that she did
not feel. You bore me, count she
said. You know the way to the gate"
Ivan stamped his foot, and the two
red spots of rage were even redder
now. He cried out, HAS the degra-
dalton OF this cursed place dulled your
moral sense2 Why not say that you're
In love with some one else7 You think
that I've lost caste by dancing at the
hotel. ! have. But SO have you. I've
seen you looking at Shakovskaya, that
peasant with his magic violin. IL
you and he have any Idea Of going to
on church on the hill, tell you this
In cold blood here and now J: there'll
be murder In this Garden OF Delight
and suicide as well. Az Gods NV
Judge, that's true
He turned on his heels and left.
With the disturbing vibrations of hts
presence removed. the restaurant, with
It's charming trees, resumed its cheer
fulness General Igorivitch, the head
cook. and Prince Vladimir Dionisie-
Witch, the xylophonist OF the orches-
ira, were singing to themselves as they,
arranged the little tables.
Paul shakovskaya, peasant and VIC
Hnlst was tying pieces OF colored pa-
per TO the pergola- He was simple
and huge, broad OF shoulder, with a
magnificent torso
II Ivan had seen Irina's eyes a.
snakoyskaya passed, murder and sui
eide would Immediately have turned
the Garden OF Delight Into a Garden
OF Despair. She loved him. But to-
Shakovskaya she was the grand dukes
daughter-as far removed as though
she was a STAR
During the fete that night sha.
kovskaya watched his chief with affec-
ton and Difference. Turning to Trina.
ne said, "A master OF men, princess.
One whom 1t is joy and an honor
to serve" And because he was happy
at the fullness Of the garden he took
her hand and raised 1t to his Inns
Excited, too, that the hitherto A.
most empty place was now filled with
laughter and talk, Trina bent forward
SO that her curls touched one OF the
high cheek-bones Of the peasants face
She was startled at the effect 1t Ind
on him.
"Oh. my God" he said beneath his
breath, withdrew his hand, clicked hls
heels, seized his violin and stuck It be.
Meath his chin. And, when. hardly
able to pull herself together, Trina
took her place In front OF the plat
form to sing. there was a tremor OF
SO great Joy in her voice that II
hushed the conversation and brought
forth bursts OF applause.
And at the back OF the garden IN i
the shadow near the gate, stood Ivan
Sforogev with madness In his brain and
revolver In his pocket, all according
to tate Irlna's heart was to |
be his target, not that of Shakovskaya.
He had made up his mind to hear |
Trina sing once more, and as the last |
echo OF what was to her swan song |
died among the trees to send her ont |
Of the possibility OF belonging to an
other man and then follow after her.
The orchestra went softly into the
opening bars OF lie Bon Temps vien-
ORA" which Shakovskaya had set to d
melody. And as the loyal
peasant drew his bow across his
strings he caught the CLEAN of Iyan's
weapon and saw with horror and
that 1t was not aimed ut
lin but at Irina--Irina who was
standing, wholly unaware OF impend.
ng death. a few feet to his right
With a sort of divine inspiration he
lung himself quickly In front OF her.
There was loud renort TIC fou