The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-01-15

He was eXasperated by her circum-
spection, but he was too clever to men,
ton that there was no necessity to tell
Conquest. 1T would hurt him, no doubt.
But someone is bound to suffer when
two men love the same woman"
good mana brave man-able to en-
dure trouble with dignity. But this
would be more than trouble. He be-
lieves in me as if-as i'll had the in
tegrity of God. The shock would de-
stroy his happiness forever. He would
never get over it-never in his life"
She spoke in a quiet, matter of fact
way utterly at variance with the drama
of her words, as if she debated with
her conscience. Raimundo laughed
a low laugh vibrant with excitement
and triumph. He liked the stimulating
hesitation of this woman. He was cpl
grammatic on the subject of Conquest's
emotional tragedy. 1.-THE wheel of life
turns. Some must go down that the
others shall rise up"
They returned to the ship in the
small hours and parted at the corridor
leading to Sylvia's stateroom.
The passing of the locks was an old
story to Sylvia Conquest, and she did
not appear on deck till noon. Raimundo
saw her take her place at the captains
table. She turned, gave him her vague
lovely smile which always looked as if
her mind were somewhere else. But
he did not believe it fingered in the
widowed old palace in Rosablanca.
They were far to the northeast in
the Caribbean that night, and although
the weather was hot, there was a fresh
tang to the air, an %enlivening fresh
ness. There was a new verve in Syl-
Was graceful dancing. I'm coming
to you tonight" Raimundo murmured
in her a to the sensuous beat of
music.
"Oh no-not yet! No. I must explain
to you tomorrow"
But he went all the same, and in
answer to his gentle tap Sylvia opened
the door to speak to him. Before She
could realize his intention he had
adroitly slipped inside. He saw the pho
tograph of Charles Conquest propped
up among the gilt and crystal fittings
on her dressing table. He shut the door
softly and turned the slip bolt. Sylvia
drew her clinging wrapper tight about
her body. She did not appear to be
angry, but her eyes were unreliable.
When I said no, Luis, really I meant
it."
But you love me enough, Sylvan"
THAT isn't the question. You forget
l have a husband" The portrait on the
dressing table assumed the solidity of
a third position in the room with them.
Raimundo burned to use his MASTER
full technique, but the Consul's wife
was a difficult proposition. Now that
ne knew where he was with her, he was
keenly conscious of the paramount i'm
portance of the diamond. She must be
wax in his hands till the ordeal of
landing the thing was over. "When
can I come, Sylvan"
She glanced at the photograph, her
brows wrinkled with trouble. II must
first explain myself. I know I have a
tiresome puritan conscience. I mean as
one man has o the right to think
he has my loyalty, I would have to be
quite open with him before I gave any
thing he valued to another"
well Sylvia, I can only admire YOU
the more for that" Raimundo's hands
were tense with the effort this dis
stimulation cost him.
so you see, Luis, If I decided nv
world was conferred in another man, I
would write first and tell Charles ev-
erything. Air mail. And I would not
feel free till I heard from him. If I did
This for you, anything more than
friendship between us could only come
some little time in the future-ashore."
Raimundo sighed. But even at that
he might still want her-once, twice
even for q month. perhaps three
months. Who knew? He rose from the