Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-01-30

WHAT. he stammered. I'm =
"Yesl In love with you'll" she cried
walls about you-land glad 70 find
out In time that that was ALI"
A suave voice cut into their para
lyzed tableau. Il want to meet this
, child" II said. "She has the North
Wind In her eyes"
It was the guest OF honor. It was
Duncan OReilly himself. he had ap-
preached them from q circle OF avid
faces and was smiling down at Ce-
ella with the air Of q man who has
stopped TO admire a jewel IN q win
dow and can afford 70 buy it.
He was as tall as Jim and gentler-
looking around the eyes. His nose
turned up when he smiled and his
race was all outgoing, given up to
looking at her and waiting for her
response, not closed In upon itself like
some others she could think Of. She
looked at jim who was standing with
his mouth open. She smiled at him
with airy disdain and started to move
away
"Good-by. Castle Walsh she tossed
back shakily. You look nice from a
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Jim was too petrified to reply. But
O'Reilly said, without troubling to
lower his voice: rs that something
I must make you forget? Give me
until midnight. II was your father
pointed you out to me and after
saw you I needed no more help from
him."
They found Professor McKitten and
O'Reilly told him that they were
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McKitten received placidly: he alone
Of all the world would have expected
this. But Cecilia was too da2ed to
glOat over the faces Of the girls and
boys who hitherto had scorned her
all stricken with abjcct surprise as
she trailed her blue ruffles and the
guest of honor out Of the reception
room door.
Il still don't understand" she stam-
in a taxicab. What made you single
mered when they were alone together
me out from all that throng?'
i told YOU said Duncan OReily.
THE North Wind The brave way
you were being so violent with the
Castle Walls young man and with no
violence in return. The eager way
pulse beats in your temple all the
while and the fierce red Of your hair
which makes me think OF fighting
you wear your lovely bones, not know
ing yet that you must never cover
them with all those rufflesl"
OF everything he said TO her after,
Cecilia remembered the one about the
ruffles first when she woke the next
morning. From her side Of the bed
that she shared with Elsie May her
glance roved Spurningly over a piece
of blue frills on the floor and came
to blissful rest upon a garment Of
dull cloth-of-gold draped on a chair
by the window.
Elsie Mayl" she cried. "Oh. Elsie
May, wake up-I've met my Fate:
and 1t wasn't Jim Delano. after ALI"
Elsie May opened a lackluster eye
that frightened as 1t fell on the gold
dress. This at last was something one
could get ones teeth into, as she could
not do into the story that Cecilia
unfolded.
so we drove to a customers who
was fan of his poetry and he opened
up for us. you see 1t was because he
said I must never wear ruffles again.
so he got me this to be a fighting
Saxon princess in. And he himself,
dresser like q troubadour with a guitar
and got an old hanson cab and we
rode all around town for hours, act
ing out a poem he told me, he would
write about us; a princess and
separated forever by sta
ton, but given one evening together
before they parted"
"Oh," said Elsie May. oh Well,
I mean-Was that all he meant II to
be, then? Simply a sort Of an adven-
ture for an EVENING""
"Oh, mol" cried Cecilia. II asked
him, Of course-just to be surel"
Too rapt to notice Elsie Mays visi-
BILE letdown, she was RELIEVING the mo-
ment when the hanson had drawn
up In front Of the McKitten mansion.
Its after midnight" the famous
poet had said did you know that.
little North Wind2 Did you know you
had forgotten the Castle Walls young
man2"
"Why-its truel" she had gasped.
II haven't thought Of him for
hoursl"
He had smiled down at her. Some
day." he had said, you will remem-
Der me-and thank me for teaching
you how easily one may forget"
"But that" she had stammered.
That's just part Of the princess and
poem-isnt Il? Because