Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1933-08-16

and Rockwell st. Gardens lives very
respectfully too-up in northern
New England near the Canadian
border, where 1t is too cold for
me-"
early In July we will visit him."
said Mrs. Du Val. I'VE viii go
up to his daughters wedding"
yes" said Oscar, "that is so.
Beatrice Is to be married in july
Mrs. Du vars voice often trem-
bled on a note of ecstasy so fra
gile that o~vertones of despair and
sadness could be heard beyond her
JOY. Rocky will be back by then
and we will all 60 together"
Doris felt the tremor of happl-
ness behind the mothers words. 1t
caught a response In her. Could 1t
possibly be true that in six weeks
she would be the normal, happy,
remembering wife of Rocky7 1t
must be so.
She went to bed early. The
sounds of bullfrogs and crickets
lulled her quickly to sleep. Her
last thought was that she would
wake up In the morning knowing
all about her past.
But the next day everything was
the same. She felt secure and full
of happiness. She was In her right
place, and Rocky's picture was on
her dressing table.
She thought o. ~ new family.
Mrs. Du Val-"Motiier" was a dear,
and she seemed really to like Do
ris. She review her eventful yes
terday with tranquility. All that
fright about the mar In the cab
had been so useless, so silly. Any
way, 1t was all before she knew
that she had this quiet refuge, be-
fore she had even seen Rocky's
picture. She took it up now and
studied 1t thoughtfully for the
twentieth time.
Her husbandl Where had she
met him? How long had she known
him? Not long, apparently. She
had gathered this from her well
come.
And yet Mrs. Du Val had met her
before. Mrs. Du Val had recog-
nized her In the Biltmore! Or
had she? Doris shut her eyes again,
and tried to Imagine the scene.
Mrs. Du Val's greeting had been
something about how beautiful she
was. Could it be possible that Mrs.
Du Val as well as her husband
had never seen Rocky's wife be-
fore?
1t was too confusing. Today her
memory would return. 1t must 1t
would! 1t had tol
But 1t just didn't. The more she
willed to know, the more the cur
tain of the past seemed to shut
down on her, banker than the I'M
known future on which she could
at least make a few tentative plans
of her own.
The days were always the same.
AT nine o'clock promptly every
night the family went to bed. And
at six o'clock the next morning
1t was time to get up. From six
thirty until noon MFR. Du Val
worked In his studio.
After lunch he worked again.
Meanwhile his wife occupied her
self with the house, superintend-
ing the gardening, the diaries, the
farm. Aside from her work in run
ming the huge place, Mrs. Du Val
spent much of her time In acting
as a guard to her husband against
the outside world. Hardly a day
passed that did not bring a group
Of tourists eager to see the sculp-
tor at his work. His wife kept
them away from him. II she hadn't
1t would have soon become impossi-
BILE for him to work, for they would
have swamped him, overwhelmed
him. He lived In his work, and
he was utterly dependent on his
wife, who made ID possible for him
to work so steadily and ardently.
TT is dull for you here, Doris?r
he would say sometimes at lunch.
mo. no. | love the quiet of the
country. And besides there's real
ly a lot to do"
Doris was really learning a great
deal. Already the peas and aspara-
gus were being canned In the big
kitchen. She had helped start dam
delion wine, seen the red currants
come off the bushes, watched them
bubble In enormous pots. Mrs. Du
Val was making barbecue "such
as you will not get, my Doris, this
side Of the water"
There was a batch Of new setter
puppies. Doris vas weaving them.
This occupied much OF her atten-
ton. Then there were many vases
in the big house to be filled with
flowers. This had become Doris
task. There was, as Doris had
said, a lot to do. And she enjoyed
doing 1t.
Every night she fell asleep
dreaming about Rocky. She had
moments 1t Ia true, OF doubling
that anyone could be so perfect
- I'm Val talked nf