The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-08-09

One car was driven by Wynne Syrett.
He drove it like the devil but he drove
it brilliantly. His driving scared his
pretty, blonde, nervy mother to death.
It merely exhilarated his young cousin
from Oxford, Clark Syrett. His mas,
terly recklessness also left unmoveo
young British Fascist. His name was
George Brown, and he was the joke o.
the tour with his terrified, flamboyant,
disguised militarism.
The strangely assorted little company
ate, Travelled, walked, talked and ad:
mired together, and not one single Soul
guessed that Flip. Russell, that SLICK,
debonair little black and white fashion
artist, was consumed, ravaged. and
| Syrett, whose father was in a mad.
house and whose grandfather had died
insane. She had pushed herself des.
perately into the party at n last
moment, knowing Wynne had prom1s-
| ed his car and his services as chauffeur
and couldn't back out.
What she never guessed was that ne
loved her as madly and as consum1ngly
as she loved him; and that to have her
there at all was an extreme refinement
| of torture, a daily and a nightly agony!
She stimulated and excited and
thrilled him. He had become a great
dramatist, and to talk to her even
was an inspiration. He adored and
worshipped her. Yearned for her men
ing Of this got through. He wa curt;
boorish, intolerant, impatient; inc
never, never unalive to her, never for
an instant when he was in her COM
pany anything but p~assionately aware
of everything she did or said. =,
He could not marry her. He would
have nothing in the world to do with
vowed himself to unconditional ce]ibacy
the day he learned his family history.
OF this, Lefty Broad, denying her
self and reducing, and finding strange
happiness and new health in the pro-
! cess, guessed nothing; nor did Elsie
and Percy Lord, absorbed in dis
harmony.
The young men of the party saw and
of their opposed political faiths in the
countries they passed through. They
were occupied solely in pointing them
out to each other, bitterly and acldly.
The next sleep talking episode took
place in Venice. The ancient glories OF
Venice are washed by time to a thin
discolored veil more tantalizing and
intoxicating to modern man than thelr
original exotic brillance.
Flip was tortured m crucified nour-
ly by it and her passionate attachment
to Wynne. It was a grand terror tc
walk quietly and silently beside hin
, and say in her own mind all the heart
warming, sudden, intimate and breath
taking things she ached to say to him
but it exhausted and consumed her:
One exquisite night, lying wakefu,
in their hotel bedroom next door tc
E1ir E1cia T ord hea ri her saw 1OlJJ.J
and fiercely:
"What fools we all are! Watching
| life being eaten away: Only Lefty was
, happy, and look at the day! Percy anc
! Elsie vile to each other. Vile! Vile
on a day and a holiday like this! Only
fat Lefty Broad happy! All the rest
of us miserable as sick monkeys anc
unhappy as hell"
Something in Elsie Lord stirred warily
at the loud, clear, dramatic voice. She
! thought she had successfully chloro.
, formed herself out of all warm. vibrant
feeling. but Flip's voice stirred he1
, "Poor Old Percy! Your life has beer
> mucked up all right! I'm sorry about
Wanda. She was the perfect gold.
digger, Percy, my dear! So lovely-ane
: such a swine!"
: Elsie sat up in bed. Unlike Lefty
Broad, she guessed that Flip Russell
was talking in her sleep. High keyed
, high strung Flip, clever as paint, witty
, brilliant, impatient. Every n knew
now that she was crazy about poor ole
!, Wynne. Poor old Wynne with his silly
lovely mother, and those crazy ances.
, tors of hers, that mad father!
. perhaps there1l be a war! Tit
astrologers say 1897! Then We'll al
, be snuffed out by a bomb OF something
Lefty, and Elsie, and Percy, Wynnt
and I! Then it'll matter a lot thai
we've wasted and mucked up our littlt
! bit of life!"
l Elsie sat up in bed beside her sleep
ing husband. 1t was as if God hat
; stilled the world for her to think in
, She thought.
, Cinderella and my blue DRESS sale
\ do we start! Ask that big lady to taxi
r off her hat, Nannie! I can't see!" ant
then, wanda, how could you! To tel
- him those things in front of me! I
was ugly and brutal! Poor old Percy
You said he was a dull old man, a stick
You said he had as much sex appea
and manhood as an old eggshell! I
was simply hideous! He knew you onl!
! wanted his cash-rnderneath. YOU
needn't have rammed it home in tina
self-respectl His wife will be able t.
do anything with him now! You've
, had thousands out of him. wasn't tina
enough? Move up, Lefty, and maxi
i room. Look at Percy. He looks like
whipped dog. That little beast Wand;
, did that-and in front of me! No on
| will ever know ! He'd take anythin!
from anybody. Love her, don't be fatu
e The tip of Elsie Lords thumb wen
nH,ar. tho four oporon1n1 noi1c Nrn n