Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-01-19
PROLOGUE.

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Sharp and clear above the crash OF
the orchestra and the murmured
voices of the dancers, the revolver
shot rang out. The music died In
mid'air, it, pulsating throbs ebbing
away into slow. pathetic wall that
ended almost In human sob. With
pale faces and trembling limbs the
dancers stopped where the music had
left them; some with arms appraised;
some with one foot in the air.
1t was tense moment. a momert
fraught with pregnant portent.
All the wealth and society OF the
town was at the Van Lind residence
that night Mrs. Van Lind, leader in
her set and fashions devotee, was CIV
ing. 4 ball for the relief Of the Bel
gians. All the music had patriotic
=. lilt:: all the. guests carried tiny Ameri.
can flags. and the prettiest girl IN
town, dressed as Miss Columbia. was
leading the dance. Joy reigned I'M
confined. ~r%ztn 80 r.E
IT. And then the shot.
!. The sound seemed to come from q
chamber to the right of the ballroom.
Ono, more bold than the rest, strobe
towards the door and threw aside the
heavy hangings. And the tableau that
was there revealed offered food for
several hundred late supper discus
sions and gave the busy gossips Of 80.
ciety many dainty morsel.
The room. was, strictly speaking,
den, richly furnished and not very
large. Across table in the center.
when the curtain was so rudely
brushed aside, sprawled the inert body
Of Edgar Clay, society leader. business
man, good sport, hard drinker, and the
husband OF Isabel Clay. prettiest but
terfy of them all. Standing over him
In, q. protecting attitude. the smoking
revolver still In his hand, was the bus
1ness partner and father.in-law.; Rus
sci Irwin Hate cleaned from a pair
of narrowed eyes; beady, steady eyes
that: meyer wavered from those OF
Horace Stone, attorney, who, pale as
death, stared back at Irwin from
across the table. At Stones feet lay
q shattered decanter, the contents OF
which ran over the rich rug In tiny
rfvulets, strongly suggesting blood to
the excited minds of: the eager spec.
tators. But Stone was grasping his
right hand with his left. and The tickle
II red that oozed between his fingers
told only too plainly where the bullet
had found its mark.
"Oh, Edgar, Edgar are you dead"
From the surge Of figures at the
door, one fair form detached itself and
hurled It's length across the limp and
Tagging body OF Clay on the table.
With trembling hands she raised his
I. head. and with choking sobs planted
fearful kiss on his unresponsive lips.
Anguish and relief and disgust strug-
kled for the mastery of her features
as she read the answer to her question
In the kiss. Clay was not dead. He
had yielded again to habit that was
stronger than himself.
And may I ask the meaning Of this
rl-bred disturbance!'
Mrs. Van Lind was speaking and the
one vas cold, incisive, uncompro mis-.
Ing.
Irwin nodded grimly towards
Stone. And those who watched him
closely noted that he held his weapon
In a ftrmer grip. }@.
Haughtily the hostess turned her
Icy. questioning stare in, the wounded
mans direction. .it 5s
For moment he hesitated. Then
his eyes wavered under the steady
gaze Of Irwin, and he answered sui
'lenly: 5.S re-
. 1T vas an accident"
Avoiding the glances Of those who
would have questioned him: ignoring
the advances Of those who offered
sympathy. Stone elbowed his way
through the excited throng at the den
door and left the house. And 90 the
incident was ended. But 1t is not with
the incident 90 much, az with the
happenings which lead up to 1t that
our story has to do
Folly was 4 constant guest at the
home d Edgar Clay and his pretty
vifs, Isabelle Folly was the boon
companion Of this young society cor-
ple. Reared In luxury and knowing no
restraint except that imposed By thstr
own desires they had Sons the pace
{ that has but one ending: had travelled
: aiong the road that leads but to dis
/ ester-disastef that IL the more COM
plste the longer 1t is delayed. That
they drifted farther and farther apart
was but natural for Folly was always
there to see that both persisted in the
wilgiul pursuit Of individual enjoyment.
And 90 the Saturday morning on
which our story opehs. found them
dangerously neas to the parting Of
the ways.
Clay, young, good looking, but With
the marks Of dissipation already
showing on his otherwise bcyish fea.
lures. was IN no mood for triaing that
morning. The cares Of business
weighed heavily upon him. Junior
member Of the real estate firm OF r.
win Z Clay, he realized that the house
Of which his father-fn-law, Russell r.
win. was head. faced financial ruin BE-