The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1933-08-03
TANGLED WIVES

as an oyster after this experience.
Even the most innocent story might
trip her up with some question about
her past that she couldn't answer.
'Ah but Oscar will be crazy about
you said Mrs. Du Val fondly Rocky
was so naughty, wasn't he, not to tell
US he was married. At first Oscar was
ooh so mad He walked up an down.
He said he would give Rocky nothing.
Nothing. But soon Gained him down
because | know my Rocky. | knew
the girl he would pick. And now when
he sees you OSCAR too will be so happy.
All ii will besiike living our own love
over! Such happiness |" The small
eyes filled with tears of sentiment.
The stout little hand covered hers.
Doris too was filled with a rush of
emotion.
And Oscar shall do beautiful
figure of you for Rocky" went on Mrs.
Du Val happily. "Your figure Is Just
what my Oscar loves best to model.
He -. :"
But Doris was no longer listening.
Something had clicked In her brain.
Oscar. Who was Oscar? Mrs. Du
Vals husband undoubtedly. But Os.
car Du Val was famous French
sculptor. And Mrs. Du Val was speak
ing OF his modelling her.
Oscar Du Val. She hoped 1t might
ia rut ror ~ fuht ri mr. fn
her past. But no more followed Why
did she remember Oscar Du Walls
name and not the name of her hus-
band Rocky?
Mrs. Du Val leaned near her and
patted her hand. "Ah Doris, now a
thousand doubts are gone forever from
my heart
Doris looked InquIringly into her
face. "Doubts?"
All yes. Rocky Is good boy.
knew 1t. Many times I told Oscar.
But when he stayed away from home
SO much-when his life In New York
seemed to absorb him, will confess to
you. sometimes was afraid Not that
ever let Oscar know. You will not
give my secret away7s
Behind the round glasses the eyes
OF the little French woman we're full
OF friendliness. More than that. they
were alive with love Rocky's mother
liked her Her heart filled with graft
tude. She chung to Mrs. Dn Val's
hand.
You are being very sweet to me"
The moment OF sentiment passed.
| Mrs. Du Val gave little cluck and
settled back In her corner. No, no.
you are my own daughter now, n'est-ce
| past All, that is what | have always
wanted, a daughter"
Doris felt pang Of misgiving. II
| she could only know what all this
meant. Could that man In the cab be
| Rocky? And II not, Ii he were her
husband then Mrs. Du Val would not
| be her mother-in-law. Perhaps she
was not being honest. Perhaps she
ought to tell Mrs. Du Val all about it.
| She turned impulsiveIy.
Mrs. Du Val, / have something to
| tell You"
4Oh. but you must not call me Mrs.
Du Val Non, non jamais. C'est mau-
| walls. Call me mother"
Doris smiled. "All right. Butt
really ought to tell you"
Mrs. Du Val's round little body bent
at the waist. II know, dear child
/ There is no need to tell me. DO not
excite yourself"
you know"
Yes, yes. Rocky has told me over
the telephone We must take good
care OF you. oh oui. Very good care
| OF yon. And now already / can see
| you have had too much excitement for
one day. Rocky would scold me for
letting you talk SO much, for talking to
You like a magpie. 1t is not good"
/ Doris bit her lip. Was 1t possible
! that she had been with Rocky, and
lost her memory then. and that he
knew about 1t? 1t was too confusing
And much as she liked Mrs Du Val the
! prospect of being taken care of was
not alluring But for her loss of mem
DRY she felt strong and well. She was
not even tired
AS they rode along Doris learned
several things by innuendo and direct
information: that Rocky was named
| for Rockwell st. Gardens, the famous
artist that Oscar Du Val lived In Con
necticut In the country, and had beer
there for twenty years: that Doris wat
to stay with her husbands family un
til Rocky returned from abroad. Sh.
decided that, after all. she must hav.
remembered something subconsciousl,
else how would she have known tina
she must 70 to the Biltmore to NEE
Mrs. Du Val?
The car turned at last into the Du
Val driveway. To the right on a hill
side lay the studios OF Oscar Du Val
Doris caught glimpse of his famou.
Dying Indian" piece of sculptur,
of which she had often seen pictures
The way led mp long curvng roas
toward big yellow Colonial hous,
with white pillars over the porch. Wa,
Off to the left there were many out
buildings and sheds which Mrs. Dl
Val said were the farm buildings.
A tall handsome man was standin,