The Sun. [volume] (Price, Utah) 1915-1932, 1920-07-30


10 her desk. Bannister, peerlng SOL
emnly over the top Of the paper, stud
fed her fntently. Presently she went
out. swell, the darned little cussi"
said Bannlster to himself.
"And I had the gall to think I'd make
a feature writer"
There was one man in the Argus
office who was even more thoushtfully
courteous to Betty than any one else.
That was Travers, the dramatic and
musical critic. Travers was as immac-
ulate In manners as in dress. and very.
very superior. He had a Harvard nc
cent and no intlmates In the once.
Betty considered him the most genu-
lnely cultured man she had ever met.
He talked literature. particularly
poetry. with her The day after her
beautifully pathetic picture Of the
stricken widows and orphans appeared
Travers bestowed upon II an anaiyti.
cally calm approval that she valued
more than all the enthusiastic praise
Of the rest Of the Office.
Then he invited her out to dinner.
Bannlster saw them going. noted the
deferential yet protective attitude OF
the critic. and swore volubly.
A month passed. Then came the
night Of the riot. II had terminated in
nest Of anarchists In the slums and
II broke out Of a clear sky. A hard.
bad crowd gathered silently. then with
a sudden. crashing uproar began raid.
Ing the arms and ammunition places.
The police reserves we're out and the
riot call for troops sent In. The town
was In n turmoil. the streets perllous-
oil In n moment. Betty had been din.
Ing with Trnvers. a frequent custom.
They had been TO foreign rcstau.
rant. little away from the center Of
things.
As they turned a corner they found
themselves In the midst Of a frantic
crowd. rcd.hagged. crying death 10
capltallsts" one bury fellow threw
an American flag on the ground. spat
upon Il. kicked II.
Betty famed into fury. "Stop that.
crcuturel" she cried. shak.
inf her fist at the brute. snake him
stop itiH she demanded. turning 10 Ira
vcrs. With one accord the wild.eyed
crowd rushed bowling at them. And
Travers. shaking Betty's hand from his
arm. turned and fed.
The bury man. FIRST 20 reach Betty.
seized her arm with a cruel grip.
Thrustlng his face close into hers. he
/ II L. NaN
Az such kind-you Right nowf" he
shouted Then. still gripping Aer arm.
he turned. lcerlng. 60 his companions
and gabbled some question In n foreign
tongue.
A. that instant n long police night.
stick swung over Betty's shoulder and
the huriy man went down with a thud.
A ruck Of rioters rushed az whoever
was behind her. For an instant Betty
was IN the midst Of a scuff1ing. grunt-
ing. curaing mass. A strong arm swung
her into the shelter Of n long body.
and twice again the yellow stick re-
sounded on thick skulls. Momcntarily
the crush Of lll.smelllnK humanity
leaned away from her Then around
the corner came n dozen polleemen
with riot guns. Tho bolsheyists scat.
tered and fed. And Betty found her
self smuggling tightly 10 tho side Of
Fred Bannistcr.
by thunder. girl. only got here Ia
time" lie laughed through labored
breathing.
"Oh, dearr" shiyered Betty. 1T waI
mighty lucky for me you happened "a
come"
Happened be blowed ! heard yoS
mention the Little Europe as you came
out. when this started knew yot
were In wrong-in that company. SO
bummed this club and came a'running
I met Mfr. Yellow Fellow beating Il
Listen, Betty, l don't have 20 tell yoJ
what sort Trnyers n. He's told you al
about himself now. After this I'm go
ing 20 take you around. You need NJ
escort with less culture and mor'
. sporting blood"
swell. after the way you've treate'
, me, like your nerve" protested Bet
. tyi but she smiled gratefully up a
/ him.
, "Glad you do" replied BannisteI
/ tits brand new" .