THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1928 THE CARBON COUNTY NEWS PAGE SEVEN that lie?” Fabien's eyes blazed and depleted and it was necessary to be non’s faith in him being shaken. Nor his fists were clenched. fitted out from shoes to a becoming, did it occur to his weary brain that lien a “My friend—it is the truth! I want wavy white wig. The best of every­ she might have been influenced to de­ only to help you.” Tiberge spoke thing was demanded. Fabien wanted part with some mistaken idea of bene­ soothingly but it was useless. fiting him. Man loves On Fabien quickened his stride and left Fabien was so impatient to see Ma­ ALLIE LOWE MILES Tiberge behind as though he no long­ non that the early hours of evening Your er desired his society. However, he dragged into an eternity. The result P Copyright 1927, Warner Bros. Pictures, Ino. had not gone more than a few paces was that long before the Frascati was lohn Barrymore In “WHEN A MAN LOVES” la a Warner Broa. PI» when he stopped dead in his tracks in full swing Fabien arrived. It was turizatlon of this novel. and peered tragically into a carriage his debut to the gambling clubs of search for that was passing by. 6ft Paris. tabion, good and sandsome youth of , jn some wav u influenced her denar- / l\ Franoe, trains f,,r tin priesthood; hut , y . mnuenceu ner oepai It was a beautiful and expensive As he descended the wide marble meets and loves Manon Lescaut, beaute- | ture and as tune passed and he saw carriage, but he did not notice that. staircase his slender figure, so ele­ il y Tn e * 1! e r " \ v ' e M i v" ™.scaIly brother, rea-j|,ow deeply and seriously Fabien was fine coffee lizing her worldly value, barters her for , , , Neither was he conscious that his gai­ v h gantly attired in rich black velvet and gold te Ravoir, rich connoisseur of wo- affected, he regretted the part he had ters and clothes were being splattered / L \ priceless lace frills, formed a flatter­ men. Falilea saves her and carries her played—not in their separation for ■H\)\ olf to Paris, where they live happily to- f , • with mud from the wheels. All he saw ing contrast with the light, gaily col­ Kethcr. Marion's brother steals her for nG lelt that was right—but In his Ravoir; she escapes, and returns to the friend’s sorrow and broken spirit. He was—Manon! His beautiful Manon. ored costumes of the players. deserted lovenest, but Fabien has gone. , , ,, Still beautiful—more lovely than when Fabien’s face was pale. He wound is at an end Homeless, both roam Paris, looking for had never realized that love could he last saw her—but no longer his! among the tables, slowly, searching each other. Manon Is seized by a rowdy. work such havoc with a man’s life. J: u She is rescued by her brother, who takes This was too evident from her luxur­ ■ for Manon. He was oblivious to every­ her back to Bavoir. A desire to justify his own stand, ious attire and magnificent jewels. thing until he realized that it was too and perhaps bring Fabien to his “Manon!—Manon!” Fabien called early for; the real habitues of the place' when you see CHAPTER XI senses, made Tiberge begin a person­ her name from the, depths of his He must wait still longer. Days and days of weary searching al search for Manon. starved soul, but the carriage passed Gradually he awakened to the f brought no trace of Manon. He was successful in locating her. on down the boulevard and Manon had a 'h beauty of the room. Dazzling crystal It was impossible for Fabien to con­ Discovering the kind of life she was not even glanced in his direction. chandeliers reflected the sparkle from Hills Bros’ centrate on anything until she had leading gave him complete vindica­ He started blindly to follow and was hundreds of burning candles and cast been found. He could not return to tion in the matter. He was right about gently restrained by Tiberge, “Don’t a brilliant glow upon the white his father and hear Manon slandered, her being the wrong type of woman my friend, it would do no good,” he "Try your luck, m'sieur, by 6et-l wigged people and the jewelled wo- and he was in no mood to resume his men. Liveried servants kept the beak­ for Fabien. Tiberge hurried to relate said pityingly. ting on the age o] your sweet­ Arab studies. Love had so engulfed his mind the news because he was sure Fabien’s “I won’t believe it. It can’t be true!” heart." ers filled with rich cherry colored and heart that he had surrendered interest and anguish would cease when his whole face was convulsed with wine. And at \ arious gaming tables himself to its resulting misery and de­ he knew the truth, then he would be men and women were playing escaret, grief. Manon to see him in a different light * O « clined every avenue of escape. willing to return to his father and his “Then you must be convinced. Take than their poverty stricken week had roulette and baccarat while others Tiberge was his one friend and calling. advantage of your father’s credit— permitted. The result was that no stood about watching or waiting for support, without whose many volun­ They were walking along the visit your tailor and go tonight to young man had ever appeared to bet­ an inspiration before placing their tary loans Fabien would have starved. Boulevard together when Tiberge Frascati’s—you will see Manon with ter advantage; at least as far as an money. His courage was kept up only by the said, “Heartache is a bitter thing to your own eyes. I am told that she observer could judge. a well known figure in the night life © belief that Manon was true and was endure alone. We who love you have and the Comte are favored patrons at However, Fabien’s confidence in At one of these tables stood Nana, trying as hard to find him as he was a right to share it—come back!” the club.” of Paris. Her years—one could not e himself vanished every time the vision T~ to locate her. “I shall never leave Paris until 1 “I will. And after I have talked with of Manon, so gorgeously attired, guess just how many—had carried V, ' The passing weeks brought a change her through a whirlwind of emotional have found Manon,” replied Fabien her, I will prove that you are mis­ flashed across his memory. Had the I in his former neat appearance. His tonelessly. taken.” Comte won her affections and why experiences and prepared her to cope «Ji clothes grew shabby and he did not Now was Tiberge’s chance. “But For the first time in weeks, Fabien’s had she gone to him ? These were tor­ with any situation that might arise as care. He knew that as; soon as he found Manon is lost to you. She has placed voice lost its dullness. He was to see turing thoughts that caused Fabien’s the result of her adventuresome ca- Manon his interest and ambition would herself under the protection of the Manon again! heart to sink until the agony almost reer. She was passionate, and enthu­ . be refired and he would enjoy the Comte De Ravoir. He carefully ; engulfed him. siastic about anything that according best life offered. studied Fabien’s face and felt sorry The remainder of the afternoon was During all the weeks of lonely to her code promised profitable re- Tiberge never mentioned the call he for him. profitably spent with his father’s searching, Fabien had not for turns. a mo- End of the trail! End of trials and tribulations! made on Manon, yet he sensed that “Damn you! Do you think I believe tailor. Fabien’s wardrobe was entirely ment considered the possibility of Ma- Nana was one of the first in the room to notice Fabien. Always alert Here is the one brand that has won the hearts and for a new victim she sensed in this the epicurean tastes of the coffee-loving West. The sad eyed, handsomely attired gentle­ Arab is your guarantee of genuine Hills Bros. Cof­ DON’T MISS TOMORROW NIGHT man a youth who appeared capable fee. It is the symbol of Controlled Roasting—of “KEMPY” 8 O’CLOCK of gratifying her senses and filling Mluc ciith (BnIf) flawless flavor developed by Hills Bros.’ exclusive, her purse. As Fabien strolled curiously toward continuous process of roasting a jew pounds at a the roulette table, Nana made time. VOLUME 1 RED LODGE, MONTANA FEBRUARY 16, 1928 NUMBER 19 room for him at her side. He accepted the Always ask for Hills Bros, by name and look for space and piqued her pride by not ans­ CARBON QUINT WINS wering the bold challenge in her eyes. the Arab on the can. By the way, have you had STAFF HI GLEE CLUBS THE GAS PIPE» The truth of the matter was that your copy of “The Art of Entertaining”? 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