Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-09-02

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vssss, mach as,unishcd, approached. Is
sses>. sMSsAsMg I can 10 for you"
*Xes Ss& can let me thank you for LINZ
sHt."
so sAass~
N s&a NO, realize until tonight how abom.
shaeS l have behaved. l should nave SEM
sae dog back or acknowledged him."
"Xea &se him, then"
~r@asS Nsss it, After a few days I couldn't
Ssee AiSsa &A You see It's nara 10
sxsaasss but I'm too busy to make
esseaSas> 1 never 80 anywhere. All my free
Asssss are devoted to study" 4s
"&ssSs~ he interrupted. IS,
YES / am trying to mak my voice worth
Grand opera We were all wondering" he
said 50 thst was it, Just q sensible young
~ecaass with y fine ambition"
~WSas& you like me to take tea with you
sessewAere after the matinee tomorrow"
II beg p~arson:"
With sesae confusion. she repeated the
sseessca> Surprising he now declined? 1t
xvaa serve her right. :
why will your he cried.
There was something in the appeal that
Shocked her, Never had she heard a voice so
tss Of hunger and loneliness. She was not
near enough to tell. but she wondered. II
there was liquor on his breath tonight.
Where and what time?"
Tho Ritz. at five. You make me very
happy, Miss Bowman"
Five o'clock, then. Good night,
Craig remained bareheaded until Nancy
turned into Broadway; then he put on his
hat, For the sake Of the dog! He wanted to
laugh. but his throat was dry. So it was
grand opera? Why hadn't the Malloy girl
mentioned it? Well, If grand opera was the
girls dream he could help her; he had infiu..
enee in that direction. Some day he would
set Sorrentino to try her out.
The stage door opened and Mannheim
came out. IA,
Anywhere you say. Craig" said the man.
aser. But where we can talk. I've the
synopsis of a new book. You're always alive
with suggestions, background stuff, and cos
tunes. There's a great part in 1t for Bow.
man."
Just had a little talk with her. She's go.
ing to take tea with me after the matinee"
well, now!' 4.
Nancy walked across town to the elevated,
which she took, being particularly careful to
keep Ling Foo covered. The puppy seemed
to appreciate her difficulties, for on these
midnight journeys he was always as quiet as
a mouse. The responsibility attendant upon
the care Of such a dog, combined with the
dieI lHeSS anu SeCTeIVeA6SS Win winch ne
had to be guarded, had filled an enormous
void; and tonight she had something to
whisper to and cuddle, to mitigate her pro.
found happiness.
She would appear friendly toward Craig;
but a single. false move and she would have
no more Of him. If she could find in him a..
real friend she would be grateful; but she
was full of doubling.
So, while she prepared the puppy's supper,
while RI n0roff vo11oI 1,nA~ lor,. u. Ii ~.1
tanic bed, now amused, now exultaht, the
seller OF adventures wove his web, so fine. 90
broad and high, THAT one day both Bancroft
and Nancy Bowman found themselves ines.
capably enmeshed in it. z=yi =. q
Bancroft was awakened the next morning
by the early sunshine. He had forgotten. to
draw the curtains, and the golden light,
beaming with notes, struck his eyes and
picked out the costly appointments Of his
bedroom. 1t all came back in a moment; he
knew where he was.
With q laugh Bancroft jumped out Of bed
and trotted about the room on his toes, did
a little shadow boxing, then made for the
white namele bathroom with its perfumed
soaps, Its lilac toilet water, its bag of sea
salt. He felt vaguely embarrassed; it was 81.
most as If he had entered some feminine
domain. But suddenly he burst in. Laughter
again. The world was full Of laughter this +,
crisp October morn.
Nancy Bowman II she really owned q! dog
all would be we'll with the world. AmazinRa
fact! They two-stage ~favorite and country
bumpkin-shared a secret. After all seven
millions weren't going to be such a burden.
But on the heels Of this complacency came
the thought that he wasn't going to have
seven millions for many weeks to Gomez; he
was going to be a poor young man who had
come to the city to make his fortune. Nancy:
English and old fashioned. How she could
sing and how she could dance! O, this world
was all right. 49,
But what should he do? He would have ,to 1
nave a Job OF some kind. He couldn't sit. in.
MS room and tWiddle his thumbs between
meals. No store job: that would be intoler..
able; whatever he did he must be his own !.
master. He could, at a PINCH, translate one Of
Horace's books of Satires. He would not have
10 apply himself vigorously to the task: only
"nen time hung heavily on his hands; enough
work to prove that he was thus engaged. Be.
sides, 1t was the best Of mental exercises, the
STUDY OF any foreign tongue. Still, the Satires
would scarcely do. He ought to have some.
tn'ns tnat had a business air about 1t, a imam
cial promise. Ha!-a text book for beginners:
that was a, capital notion. He recollected hay.
ing read that text books were gold mines. In
MS case 1t would not matter how much he
pirated; the work would never be offered to 5
any publisher. sf
The law firm Of Smell Pride was situaated
IN the warehouse district. Winter and sum.
mer there was the stencil Of cured hides. The
man o~n,ce--nrst floor up, no elevator-was
the shelves; they were stacked in corners fnrs
!ack OF room on the shelves. Mingling with
that OF hides was the vague. odor Of .he An.
isned product. Everything was old-tha
books the desks, the clerks. 1T was alnoat
British In Its mustiness Tits dinkiness. The