The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-11-22

YOU'D never get over IL. Men CAAS
stand being laughed at. I won't have
you laughed at through me. You'd emo
by hating me-"
Don't you want to marry me?" de-
manded Raymond.
"Of course I do. More than anything
anything in the world"
Then we're a pan OF IDIOTS to listen
to anybody"
We're a pair Of idiots If we don't
listen"
Despite the tears in Mans voice the
question suddenly hit Raymond-why
was she fighting him contrary to her
own wishes? It remained unspoken but
persistent as they pulled up at Hubert's
Beverly Hills home. It ranked, tanta-
lized in the way a half forgotten dream
mingles with reality. -.
Were he and Nan actually caught
in ar impasse, a blind alley In which
they could turn and turn without find
ing an exit except the n way OF
He left Nan and the party. He went
tearing out to Graystone, the motion
picture magnate's Santa Monica estate
consisting Of sleeping and living quar-
tiers the size Of a country club, land.
scaped gardens, stables, garage and
swimming pool at the top of a slope
looking down on the Pacific.
For two hours he tramped the floor
Of the library, banged chairs and tables,
and ragged at the smooth %sanguinity OF
Emil Graystone's undisturbed assur-
ance that it couldn't be done. MI. Gray
gown over an ample white silk night
shirt, was certain Of his ground. He
had not in the least altered his decision.
All the way back to Hubert's Ray
mond talked furiously to himself in his
native tongue. It was as If he argued
with an unseen enemy.
The party was in full swing. In the
bar Hubert stood on a table reciting
Swinburne to whose amorous misery
nobody listened. In the patio the pro-
longed ecstacy of a gypsy band drew
Couples languidly circled about a raised
platform. The trees whispered jeal-
Gus accompaniment to gliding feet and
haunting rhythm.
Raymond made his way through the
telescope vista of rooms. Nan was not
in any of them. He went out to the
patio. There he found her dancing with
Clinton Thomas. OF all people. the man
who this afternoon had Infatuated him!
It did not occur to Raymond that he
had made no mention to Nan of the
quarrel with his director. He saw them
move as one to the vail of a tango.
the crown Of Mans gold curls. Now they
were visible in a stream of lipht from
the house. o lost with Kaleidoscope
magic among Shadowy foliage.
Something throttling as savage hands
caught Raymond's throat. He turned on
his heel. made for the bar. tossed off
five champagne cocktails as quickly as
thev could be passed across. He had
eat"n practically no dinner and the
chamnagne dubbed like hot blood in
his veins.
"Parlez-moi d'amour!" sobbed Hubert
from the table top as the musicians
with sullat shoulders. SQUARE bald head
and br1ped evas behind thick snectacles,
he looked like a musical comedy COM
edian standing there with a hand over
his heart.
Presently Nan glided past an open
window.
She sailed in. still held close to Gin
ton. As Hubert hoped down the Eng
lishman's hands slipped from her
smooth white back to her waist and
gracefully raised her aloft like a bird
on the wing.
Nan did not see RAYMOND. He had
retired to a window alcove in the adj
Joining room. From this vantage point
he surveyed the bar much as one in a
theater pit looks at a lighted stage.
He saw that Clinton in tail coat and
white tie was immaculate. as unruffled
as he had been when Raymond lost his
temper at the studio.
"Sure Of himself" registered Ray
mond. GAS sure of himself as he was
this afternoon"
He saw Nan sway, saw her eyes half
close. cast down in a liquid glance not
chat r but at the Englishman who stood
gazing up at her. There had been a
time when Nan graced the Follies Choir
us. She had not forgotten that a love
song requires an objective. She knew
how to sing with a low and endearing
intonation. That was all the liquid
glance meant to her. At this particular
moment it meant a lot more to Ray
mond. Often she had chanted the song
tn him as she "a chanting it now to
Clinton:
"Speak to me of love"
The room. the svelte black and white
fio1re perched on the table. the man
with face raised and yves somnolent
and embracing. went suddenly red be-
fore Ravmond's fixed stare. He
Strengthened his somewhat wilted COL
lar. brttoned his, white linen dinner
coat. He saunternd over to the bar Just
as the last line trailed like "A slow ca
ress from Mans lips.
In the midst of clamor for another
song Clinton Thomas reached up and
his long hands clasped Mans waist.
Without unclasping them he brought
her down and holding her. glided once
more toward the open window.
D0S,@yp ,N~1 %~o rkn0I;1y, rfNa~Nl
in the path of the dancers.
20, hei'o," said Nan. when did you
come IMP"
"Stop dancing with him."
"Raymond!:"
"Stop it. I say!"
Raymond was not a drinking man.
He had the inbred French preference
for mellow old wine whose bouquet he
enjoyed as much with nostrils as with