The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-01-23
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| ut Isn't every day that ] fall foul
OF people like Pharaoh and Pharaoh's
crowd. The times out of joint my dear
John; and II I'm to help reduce It.
I've got to step out OF my beat. And
here we are. Don't look. I'm going to
get off,
AS she gave me the relns, had
/ the maddest impulse TO throw myself
Off my horse and take her into my
/ arms.
As | pulled myself together
"You're trembling. John. Are you
cold?"
NO" said I. I'm dreaming. You
they're dreaming some curious dream"
"What are you dreamng7" asked
Helena.
THAT you and | have ridden up
through the forest to the castle to
which you belong; that the dawns
coming up. like the frost on a glass
| of cold water to wake q workaday
world; that you're standing there with
Sabre, looking at me and smiling"
Her smile deepened Into a laugh.
| Am | so unreal?"
"Oh, no. You're wonderfully real.
But all the rest Is fantastic-the hour,
| the setting, our having the world to
ourselves. And you've done 1t all,
| Helena. You've made the magic Gre
ated the atmosphere. When you go.
| It's going to go, too. :. It's terribly
hard to explain" I concluded feebly
| enough; "but think you've a power
| you don't know Of, and that's the
truth"
Il shall have to be careful" said
Helena.
It was twelve hours later that !
| opened door OF the Rolls and re-
| garded the petrol-gauge. This was dis
concerning. There was fuel enough for
us to do our patrol; but II our quarry
appeared there was not enough fuel
! for pursuit. There was nothing for 1t.
Before we did anything else we must
drive to some petrol-pump For long
| time I hesltated, considering whether
| or no l should not go out forthwith
| and fetch 1t alone. But In the end /
decided that, though 1t was most In.
convenient, had not sufficient warrant
| for breaking my promise not 70 leave
Plumage by day. |, therefore, 1ontent-
ed myself with cleaning and ollIng the
engine. drove the car on the apron
| In front OF the house, and In this
| way the car was all ready and when
! the time came, we should have but to
leave our saddles and take our seats.
Then | washed my hands and sat
| down to write to my cousin; but he
never had his letter. for before | had
written page the farmers wife came
| smiling to serve my tea.
What that good woman thought OF
| Helena will hardly go Into words All
her talk was of the Countess-of her
wisdom and understanding, Of her
lively Beauty and charm, and since she
had seen her christened, she had mem
cries by the hundred to illustrate ev-
erything she said.
OF the Count, however, the woman
said nothing at all.
That evening / stroled In the mea-
dows until it was time to change. and
/ shall always remember the stiffness
that hung like a mantle about the
meadows and woods. Not that the air
was heavy; there was no sign OF thun-
der; the sky was clear. Yet the calm
was that which sometimes precedes
the tempest--a strange. unnatural con-
dltion that was not peace.
When rode into sight OF Yorick,
saw that a flag had been holsted on
one Of the towers. | could not see the
device. for the breeze had fallen to
lifeless against the staff. No flag had
been flying on Tuesday. when Godfrey
and | had visited Yorick for lunch, but
supposed that today was some festi-
val which 1t was the custom to honor
Throughout the land.
My Supp0Siti0n was wrong.
AS / was ushered into the library,
Helena rose from table and took my
hand.
MY brothers. arrived" she said.
Hes only been here twenty minutes,
and as he's brought friend with him,
I've had to put Off dinner till half past
eight. But that's nothing. What really
matters Is that he's rather a hand
full.
/ took my seat beside her on sofa.
John" she continued, Il ought to
have told you before, but | thought
that he'd give me more notice. I'd
only time to send the car to the sta
ton to meet his train"
Remembering what she had told me
OF other guests
"And his friend" said I.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, the usual sort, | suppose.
haven't even seen him. Never mind.
The point Is this. Valentine mflst know
nothing OF what is afoot,/ He doesn't
know Of the gold, and/he must not
know. He mustn't know about young
| Florin. except thW he's dead. I've
told him I've LENT you Plumage-you
and your cousin,/ of course: that your
cousin painted our uncle IS reason
enough. But what makes things diff