Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1915-01-07

within herself and had nothing to say
until she had been conducted to her
own room on the third floor and a dis.
Greet maid was busy unpacking her
things. Ruth felt that society had al.
ready laid its restrictions on her. She
recognized the maid as the gown and
hat policeman.
This silent, but exceedingly obtrusive
parsonage having retired at last. Ruth
studied her surroundings. When she
had completed her survey she thought
to herself that there were two things
wanting. One was a silk haired Per
sian cat and the other q flaming color.
ed scarf across the bed that completed
the altogether Of an apartment severe.
" luxurious. Then she tried to ana.
lyze the odor. delicate yet inststent.
which she was W afterward to asso.
ciate with Jean Darnell and her expe.
rfence in New York.
At last she traced It to some paIlid
flowers in the great green and dark red
vase. whose unwhOlesOlne beauty was
that of plants whose roots have never
been in good. sound soil. They looked
to her much like lilies. whose pads had
t1oated on some dark ana Opalescent
pool. vtscid with. Odors Ut the night.
She was still staring at these and
shifting their scent through widened
nostrils when Mrs. DarneIl knocked on
the door and entered slowly. She had
changed her street gown for a negligee.
which instantly caught the girls ap-
preciative eye.
"You look beautiful" she said quick.
~. Jean DarneIl turned her tawny
eyes on her and smiled family.
II am not usually up until noon." she
responded. "and-l am getting old. my
dear" She threw out her jeweled
hands with q sparkling gesture of half
comic resignation. Ruth laughed
"John Dorr says everybody gets old
10 New York. Don't you like himT"
ST Mrs. Darnell looked into the clear
eyes Of the girl and almost failed to
follow her baser instinct. Hut at that
loose throat she saw the heavy gold OF
The Master Key" As II it had STU
.p%ernatural powers. the sight of that
key locked the door of her heart "Or
course ! like John" she said easily.
We must get everything fixed up now.
George will be here-George Everett.
~ Nn,,pSn rnnon-<nr}uht .lnA u0,A
"Ed be a talk the business over"
you know. We simply must have
the money" Ruth returned earnestly.
The mine isn't paging now. but John
knows where we can lind the mother
lode again: then we'll all be rich"
"Ah" said Jean Darnell. You're
selling stock. l presumed"
Il own It ALL" Ruth returned proud
". ITS my mine. My father left 1t
to me when be died." She did not see
the sullen hatred that slowly famed
until Jean DarneIl's eyes fairly blazed.
In her own room she stood a moment
breathless. Then she tore OF her f]eecy
negligee In an intensity of silent rage
anu NCSPOlIs CCCu VuIt w NuC uuCASSLCl
eyes Of the god whom she had deted.
1t is wtckedncss, not virtue. which
u theatrical. and at this moment Jean
Darnell flung herself into her evil pas
sion with all the abandon Ut the TRACE
dian. only her voice was almost inau.
dible: TON Gallon. TON Gallon. dead
though you are. III have revenge!
When her fury bad spem itself-and.
like all physically indolenr, women. she
could not yield long to emotion--she
prepared her campaign.
First she called up George Orake'and
made certain that he would be at her
home for dinner that evening. Then
she called up two old ae%qua1ntanees
who were always glad to FIJI empty
chairs at her we'll set table. This set.
tied. she again sought Ruth and per
suaded her from going down jmtuedi-
ately to Everett's office.
You must be very tired. my dear"
Mrs. DarnelI purred. And. anyway.
you know. In New York young ladies
do not 60 about nnescorted to mems
business Offices. and | cannot 30 with
you until tomorrow or uext day."
THAT will be too late" cried Ruth.
Mrs. Darnell opened her eyes wide,
rs IL In surprise. "Mr. Everett Is ON.
Ing to dinner tonight" she said sooth-
Ingly. "You can talk business to your
content right here"
THAT will be much better.'' said
Ruth
When her hostess was gone she
stood BY the window trying to think
more calmly OF all that had happened
she had left 1.-THE Master Key"
mine. but u thought was promb Dent:
What was John DOrr doingT" She
that there was three hours
difference In time. It was now z O'Clock
New York, and 1t was only II In ST.
ent Valley. Tom Kane would be just
making bis 1naI preparations for din
ner. and she could almost smell the
OF his coffee. These homely de-
occupied her mind tenderly for an
hour: then she caught up and dresaed
herself for the street again.
She bad barely finished when the