The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-04-02

He did put it pretty well, he sup
posed. He poured out enthusiastic ques-
tons and greetings. He heard Madame
de Willard give the name and address
than of old-and end with succint
summary of why she disapproved Of
most things about her and all Ameri-
car women.
Being there can't be very much fun
for you," he said, restraining himself.
He had had icy reactions for much
less than this, but all Madame de Vii
lard replied in this case was:
"Ah, when it is an only and be-
America" She even turned on a
slightly worn glamour of her own. She
broke off IS q woman's warm, raised
voice said sharply, "Ay-caray, mol"
and looked disappearing.
Its the sort of thing one must ex-
pect in America, Maman," Helene said,
dragging her lashes a little and smiling
up at Wilson.
But Wilson heard nothing but Anita's
voice. For a moment he scarcely be-
lieved he heard that. It might be
only an echo in his head born Of bore
dom and an agonized desire to get
away from this mechanical French
doll and her cast-iron mother.
But Luis and Anita were actually
there, three tables away. behind him.
sitting back to the door, being wildly
! welcoming to the de Wizards. Luis
back wa to him but he knew Luis
patent-leather head and that South
American collar you couldn't break
him off Wilson Harden's heart
turned over. No, Anita wasn't a little
girl from the sticks, pretending. She
cot 1NOlyS~r nOaof1ry m cho I~I fl0
first day they had met. The carved
black hair, the ~extravagant lashes.
The brown hand with golden nails,
and the basalt ring with the demons
sprawling up her knuckles. He Won
dered again even as his throat clutched,
what prince gave it to her, where the
lava was. Luis was losing his temper,
He raised his voice and talked faster
in his quick Argentine Spanish.
"Caramba, Anita, you make me i'll
What are you, a little white flower
from boarding school? I've given you
two weeks longer than you promised
Love, holy St. Maria! It's turned you
into a rag, a meek little girl sitting
on the ground. Dios, last summer you
were giving me all you'd got-I will
say for you, you always did that for
Argentina! Was 1 proud of possessing
you! And noW!"
Wilson shivered. 1t was true-all he
had thought he wanted, adolescent
idiot that he had been.
And he couldn't stop loving her.
I'll go where I want and do what
I want" Anita was saying, If I don't
want to do any more for you it's my
own affair."" She stared back at Luis
bravely.
Luis began again and Wilson grabbed
him by the shoulder. He could at least
beat up his old college friend Luis
Mendoza. That would be something.
"Shut up," Wilson said. How de
you dare"
Anita gave a faint squeal.
"How do I dare!" Luis said Grossly
"Wilson, I knew you were a romantic
American nut, but this is too much.
He sat still under Wilson's clutchinl
hands and glared at Anita while HI
talked to Wilson. Anita Is about tt
sign up to play at my stadium. l
three-day match! My big feature TO
this year! I wait with sweet patienc'
because Anita has said pathetically
Please give me a little time to res
and attend those large new dinner
and celebrations that are being given il
honor of me, which are necessary t
my advertising. Please give me q littl
time to do some shopping for thes
celebrations, because I haven't bough
anything but sports clothes for a hun
dred years. So we postpone till i
is nearly too late. And then I SCI