The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-08-07
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SlgnC OF MS aqulllne countenance,
until you looked into the golden
depths Of his dreamer's eyes.
Young people adored his gallant
old-world manner and his whimsical
smile. Most older folk liked him;
but many, listening to the caustic
brilliance with which he tore cher
ished traditions to tatters, seeming
to laugh 1T them behind his hand,
felt that he was = dangerous and
devastating influence on the young
who were too ready these days to
take up with any idea that con-
ferred license. Such rs did not ap-
prove him shook their heads pity
ingly over Patricia.
Pamela smiled. These two anus
ed her ~ far rs anything could
amuse her. Distantly related to the
old man, she had known him since
childhood, and Is . young girl on
her fathers plantation which ad-
joined the Braithwait plantation.
Patricia, born to her parents in
middle life, Pamela knew less in
timately. But during her brief visits
to her old home she had been struck
by the settled freedom existing be-
tween the motherless girl and her
father. No strife; none Of the
famboyant rebellion Of the modern
girl; nor the battling futility Of
the modern parent. As if, having
long ago settled all possible dis
|putes in . conference in which each
acknowledged the entire liberty Of
the other, they wore = whimsical
attitude in argument, 50 that one
could never be certain as to whether
they were serious or bantering.
II had lunch by the side of the
road with = gentleman who quoted
Browning, ate out Of tin cans and
of paper plates" declared Patricia.
HE explained to me . marvellous
opera I'd heard, but was too ienor-
ant to appreciate. He cooked mo IN
omelet he'd learned to make in
Heaven, asked me to 70 to tho
opera with him, and / promised,
then changed my mind and said
goodbye. He is tall and tanned a.
. cowboy, has nice grey eyes, dark
hair with q slight wave in it and the
fine leanness Of face all heroes have
firm mouth, determined Jaw and
well, you've read about him in .
hundred novels. But his hands were
different. At least I have never
read of = hero that had hands like
his. If I ever meet any novelist
I'll tell him about those hands. Poor
things, they must be put to it some
times to make their heroes = little
different and yet cut them accord.
ing to the adored pattern" She
rushed the words out, scarcely
|pausing for breath.
II was frightfully thrille d to
meet him in real life," she went on,
land I'm quite sure if I'd attended
the opera with him as he suggested,
I'd have gone moon-mad." She
dropped into . chair beside her
father.
~Good Heavens, Patti" exclaimed
Pamela, "I believe you have gone
sun mad. Are you making Ill this
up, or have you seen = movie?"
Neither. Or maybe both. The
ocean and sky and every palm and
twig were moving. Even the sun
light danced. Maybe filled al the
rest in to complete the picture. We
cooked our lunch over Goals in the
sands, threw our plates and table
linen into . palmetto Jungle, took
of our shoes and stockings, and he
rolled up his trousers, instead of
his sleeves, and W washed the
cooking utensils
Eyes, quite mad" murmured
Pamela. Thinking: "What I gallant
little thing! Or has she brushed
the whole matter aside?"
To the old man, studying the rel
ative loneliness Of his pastel-tinted
child and the rich beauty Of his
kinswoman, it appeared that the
one was = pale lily, the other =
crimson rose, each quite perfect in
her 50 different fashion.
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