The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-04-24


Published by Special ARRANGEMENTS With The
chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate,
Incorporated
Copyright: 1885: BY Margaret Herzog
GIN TWO PARTS-PART ONE)
THE STORY OF A SIREN WHO MET
HER WATERLOO
THOR THE fourth consecutive
' morning MI. Harden, Gabrielle's
father, 1imped down to q break
fast OF cereal, eggs, toast, milk
and q willing sutton. Tuesday
n Thursday, the eggs had been
poached and the sutton redheaded,
Wednesday and Friday, scrambled and
With the art of long practice. Parks
n1ted an eyebrow and managed to look
chair.
The blond sprang up. Good morning,
sir: I hope you don't mind my having
asked for a cup Of coffee. You see, I
thought Gabrielle might be down this
MI. Harden looked at the place where
1assnS21'f fe @;tS Sug g,. should . haze ), been and
tered. Then, glancing up: % so it's you
again" His manner was not calculated
to put the youth at ease. "WeII, young
man, you might as well realize that
Gabrielle never comes down for break
f nst, hes 3, had breakfast in bed every
thought I'd take a chance and stop BY
on my way to town." The poor fellows
hand shook a little al he set down his
cup. "Mr. Harden, have you ever heard
Gabr1elle say anything-well, antag-
onistic about me? I mean, do you think
l bore her? She seems so hard to To-
Mr.. Harden dropped his spoon with
a clatter, and banged both palms down
on the breakfast table. II don't re-
member what your name is, but who
ever you are I'll have you know I'm
SUFFERING from govt. Personally, I be-
neve my big toes fractured, but they
sugar. Look at that tasteless sine mess!"
He showed forward his cereal bowl be-
lligerently. Haven't I got enough to
bear without worrying because you're
worried whether Gabrielle's bored with
you or not? Try staying away from her
a while; maybe she won't be-"
That was at 8 o'clock. At 9. just as
ing on the street corner, stepped out
briskly toward the office building doors.
why, hello there, Mr.. Harden" he
said with studied surprise. ""This is
lucky. I've telephoned Gabrielle two
or three times, but she was out. I WON
Gabrielle" snapped her father, Twill
then"
Francis Harden was a mountain of a
man.. The forward curve from his neck
to his hips was Of such Gargantuan
proportions as to be impressive rather
than oppressive. His eyes were merely
to be made Of a series of folds. Perfect
~ tailored. gray haired, ruddy complex
Toned, he was the epitome Of what the
well dressed equity gentleman should
look like. That he should also be an
architect with a vision, a genius for
to those who saw him for the first
time.
His suite of offices, on the 41st floor
OF a building he had designed himself,
was vast and family cathedral. After
telling his secretary that he would be
the Judge of whether it was a nice day
or not, advising the telephone operator
potato IN her mouth, and heaping in
vective upon a member of the firm for
pushing the desk against his foot
when In point Of fact he himself had
hit 1.-THE turned to a middle aged client
who had been kept waiting for some
time.
we've worked out that terrace prop
step into Clarkson's office, he'll show
you the proposed plans"
SPLENDID: And how's that little girl
OF yours these days?" simpered the
man, with an expression he should
have been ashamed to have or his face
First door to the right" snapped
Harden and bent toward the dicto-
graph. "Send in Duryea."
Duryea! The tall young man who
came in, presently, was Of preposter-
ously handsome mien. Nature, in a mo-
ment OF fantastic good humor, had put
him together with everything where,
extra thrown in to spare: Six feet two:
improperly IS seasoning-f he had
never said a bright word, or a kind one,
or even a nice word. maidens would
have still continued going all to bits
over him. Entirely out of keeping with
this startling exterior, he was ar unas-
Stunning fellow, and an extremely good
He spoke Of MI. Harden's govt i'm
II suppose it hurts like the devil"
"Ha! Kenneth, you're the only M
around here with any sense. You'd
think govt was no worse than a mos
quito bite the way these people-how
Some day Kenneth Duryea would be
heard from in the architectural world.
In addition to a rather rare ability, he
had the knack OF divining what people
wanted. "You look as though you've
been through a hell of a lot" he said.
Immediately the boss felt better. II
have. Sit down, Kenneth" He shifted
his position cautiously. Nov, about
MANY never