The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-04-30

the other nearby tables.
The glass enclosed porch was cool
and dim. Jean avoided the available
p~alm-shaded hooks and strolled slowly
down the length of it, casting casual
glances at the couples sitting out IN
the long wicker chairs. MOI here, at
least.
They turned a corner and she found
herself looking through the window OF
the bar at George who sat at a little
table with Avis, their heads close to-
gether. His back was toward her u
before she could turn away Avis looked
up and met her eyes. For a minute n
regarded Jean coolly, then without a
sound she lowered her head again.
Negligently she put her hand on the
table and saw it covered by Georges.
Jean felt Soriano's arm steal about
her waist. Abruptly she pulled away.
Lets go in"
She hardly knew when Senior Soriano
excused himself and she was left alone
with Dicky. It vas hard to be gay and
reckless with Dicky. Jean could feel
her smile getting fixed and stiff. Her
face ached with the effort. The room
seemed suddenly full of plying eyes.
Poor thing. Her husbands off m
where with Avis French: AS usual:
other waltz.
mo thanks" said Jean. THAT last
one was lovely but I've got to go up
now. Lots of letters to write"
Alone in her room she sat and stared
into the dark. It was a long time be-
fore George came up. He seemed con-
whats the matter? Headache?"
"A little" said Jean.
100 bad. 1t must have been that
jolt you got this morning. You'd better
stay in bed tomorrow"
He seemed i'll at ease.
Look, Pussy" he said. II may go
over to Davos in a day or two. They've
got a new type Of Engleberg sleigh
over there that I want to try out"
"That1l be nice," said Jean.
Think you'd mind staying here a
few days by yourself? Although, if
you want to go there's room in the
car"
"Avis' carp" asked Jean duly.
Eyes, she's driving me over"
He went on hurriedly to describe the
points of the Engleberg Bob and the
Davos Run.
going home.'
What do you mean?"
Home. To New York. BY the next
boat"
There was a long silence. George
went to the window and stared out
at the snow. A sleigh tinkled by; from
it came the sound of male voices sing
ing the plaintive chorus of a Bavarian
folk song. The sound grew fainter and
disappeared.
George turned toward her and, for
a moment, Jean had the wild hope
that he was going to take her in his
arms-tell her that he loved her and
that he wasn't going anywhere.
But he only stood there, looking at
nj aA11 right" he said.
The sun streamed through the
Starched lace curtains and tugged at
her eyelids, but Jean kept them reso-
lutely shut. She could hear George
tip-tOeing around the ROOM, getting
ready to go up to the bob run. When
he came back she'd be gone. It would
be easier that way. No chance of weak
ening. She'd get the first train to
Munich and be on the Paris plane by
loon.
The door clicked softly behind him.
The sound brought her upright in bed.
Run after him. You can't let him go
like that. Oh, can't you. Let him go,
indeed. Try to stop him. He was gone
many's the day. ago, my girl.
curtains. she saw Avis car swing out
of the drive with George beside her
on the front seat.
Soon they'd be together on the bob,
This was the day for the elimination
heats for the two-man contest. They'd
be out for a record-no brakes.
That lace on the Bavaria Curve.
What if this time She could see
Georges sled going over, crashing
down into the rocks. George hurt
calling for her. She'd be on the Paris
plane.
Jean looked at her watch. She could
pack now, take m Of the hotel cars
up to the run and get back in time
for the Munich train. He needn't know
she was there. She would see him past
that place and then go away.
up at the run fifty or sixty specta-
tors were clustered on the little grand
stand inside the horseshoe of the Great
Bavaria. They were like a miniature
football crowd, only more colorful with
the red and green and blue ski suits,
Inc bright caps and scarfs. They chat
guages-al the cosmopolitan assem-
blage OF a winter sports capital.
Behind the grandstand rose a tall,
slender structure like a traffic control
tower. In 1t sat an announcer, con-
nected by telephone with other obser-
walton points along the run. Every few
minutes he called out a number in a
oecSSooO SO4CC. 41lt1l t1le ClldCCer Ill tIlc
grandstand died away and each pair of
eyes was fixed or the wall in front.
The sled would flash into view along
the trough to the right. AS it leaped
against the wall and chung high up on
the vertical part there was the sound
Of so breaths drawn in together. Then,
IN the fraction of a second the sled had
disappeared down the trough on the
left. The chatter was resumed.
Jean, alone down in the left hand
corner OF the grandstand, wasn't watch
Ing the sleds. The announcer hadn't
called Georges number yet. She kept
her eyes on that place, the spot just
past the back Of the curve where
George always went so close to the
top: None Of the other sleds went so
high.