Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1936-04-18

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Copyright: 1895: By Margaret HeFzOl
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THE STORY OF A SIREN WHO MET
HER WATERLOO
KNoR THE fourth consecutive
- morning Mr.. Harden, Gabrielle's
i father, hmped down to 8 break
-4 fast Of cereal, eggs, toast. milk
and a whiting sutton. Tuesday
and Thursday, the eggs had beer
poached and the suitor redheaded
i wednesday and Friday, scrambled and
a blond.
With the art Of long practice, Parks
lifted an eyebrow and managed to look
apologize as he drew out his master
chair.
The blond sprang up. GOOD morning,
sir. I hope you don't mind my having
asked for cup Of coffee. You see, /
thought Gabrielle might be down this
morning"
Mr.. Harden looked at the place where
his coffee cup should have been and
wasn't. with disgust. Mix" he NUT
tered. Then, glanctng up: 20 so it's you
again" his manner was not calculated
to put the youth at ease We'll, young
man, you might as well realize that
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last She's had breakfast In bed every
morning Of her life"
II know, sir, she told me, but I
thought I'd take a chance and stop by
on my way to town" The poor fellows
hand shook q little as he set down his
cup. Mr.. Harden, have you ever heard
Gabrielle say anything antag-
oniStic about me? mean, do you think
bore her? She seems so hard to To-
cate, lately"
Mr.. Harden dropped his spoon with
clatter, and banged both palms down
on the breakfast table. 81 don't re-
member what your name is, but who
ever you are I'll have you know I'm
suffering from govt. Personally, be-
lieve my big toes fractured, but they
tell me no. NO liquor, no meat, no
sugar. Look at that tasteless nessl'
He showed forward his cereal bowl be-
hgerently 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
while; maybe she won't be-"
That was at o'clock. At 8, Just as
Mr. Harden emerged grunting from his
car, young chap who had been loiter-
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. won
der If you'd ask her to
Gabrielle" snapped her father, will
De at home for dinner, at 8. Call her
then"
Francis Harden was q 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
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20 be made of a series of folds. Perfect
" tailored, gray haired, rudy complex
Toned, he was the epitome Of what the
well dressed equity gentleman should
look like. That he should also be an
architect with vision, a genius for
deltcacy of detail, seemed incredible
20 those who saw him for the first
His suite of offices, on the 4lst floor
Of q building he had designed himself,
was vast and family cathedral. After
'elling his secretary that he would be
he judge Of whether it was a nice day
or not, advising the telephone operator
not to speak as though she had hot
potato in her mouth, and heaping in
1ective upon member of the firm for
cushing the desk against his foot {
when IN point Of fact he himself had I
lit it--he turned to a middle aged client
gho had been kept waiting for some
ime.
We've worked out that terrace prop
'sition pretty cleverly, think II you'll !,
tep into Clarkson's office, he'll show !
on the proposed plans"
splendid. And how's that little girl (
4 yours these days2" gimpered the 7
nan, with an expression he should 9
ave been ashamed to have on his face l
at his age. I
First door to the right" snapped y
Harden and bent toward the dicto- Z
raph. send in Duryea."
Duryeai The tan young man who 4
anne in, presently. was Of preposter- q
usly handsome nien. Nature, In q mo-
lent OF fantastic good humoF, had put G
i'm together with everything where, Q
s and how it should be, and a little a
xtra thrown in to spare. Six feet two,
VASCULAR, dark, with just q hint Of Is
as Seasoning-n he had
ever said bright word, or a kind one, n
? even a nice word. maidens would Z
ave stiu continued going all to bits il
1er him. Entirely out Of keeping with
lis startling exterior. he was an unas- =
inning fellow, and an extremely good n
E Ks spoke of Mr.. Harden,s eout Inn &
ediately. and he said the right thing
suppose 1t hurts like the devil" "
Hal Kenneth, you're the only one al
ound here with any sense. You'd -
ink govt was no worse than mos
ito bite the way these people-how
I look2"
Some day Kenneth Duryea would be
ard from in the architectural world
addition to a rather rare ability, he
d the knack of divintng what people
snted .sYou look as though you've
en- through a hell of lot" he said
the boss felt better. II
We. Sit down, Kenneth" He shifted
J position cautiously. Now, about
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