The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-02-03
Continued From Our Last Issue)

Continued From Our Last Issue)
"She asked if the Griswold woman
lad displayed any particular talent
any direction such as amateur
theatricals or. that sort of thing, but
Ill l recalled the creature had done
mad been to sketch clever but ra-
her cruel caricatures now and then
or our amusement"
"Just one more question, Mrs.
Tyrrell, begged. Barry 'You said
the girls hair looked as if it had
Been bleached out in the sun; do you
remember whether it was curly or
straight ?"
straight as a string" Mrs. Tyr
rell responded. "Irene's hair had
been soft and curling about her
face, while her sisters was flat
nd dank and unpleasant-lookin as
hough she had been drowned! Now
l really must hurry or you'll miss
your train"
He took leave of Mrs. Tyrrell at
he station just as the New York
rain was pulling in, but made. no
attempt to get aboard; instead he
waited for the Western express and
as he entered the Pullman he
chuckled to himself.
"Gad, what luck!" he murmured.
What condolences! Fate played
right into her hands!"
CHAPTER XII
The group which gathered in Pro-
fessor Semy onov's shabby, comfort
able living room a few days later
was strangely assorted one, but
the faces of all held the same in
tent expression and their eyes were
focused on the boyish figure which
lounged easily in the window seat.
All the tenants of the house were
present except the keeper of the
antique shop; Gordon Ladd, moody
and silent; Henry Griswold, with
his little skull-cap; the professo,
himself, as imperturbable as ever,
and even the pole, shrinking little
Miss Shaw from her attic studio.
In addition the Chief had con-
descended to come over from head
quarters and lend his august coun-
tenance to the proceedings, and
Sergeant Craig stood near, looking
as though he were not quite sure
what was going to drop > on him,
while, unseen, outside the door two
stalwart men remained on guard.
give got little story to tell yod
ALL; it won't take long" The figure
in the, window Strengthened.
Deep silence rewarded him save
for an audible gulp from Craig and
a slight rustic of Miss Shaw's gowu
as she settled back resignedly in her
chair. Barry went on:
"Long ago out in a village , in
Michigan, two girls were left orphans
under the rascally guardianship
of hypocritical bank president
The older girl was delicate. the
younger crippled to the point .ct
physical deformity but with d
strong. determined. alert mind They
were possessed of little property
and their guardian made up his
mind to marry the oldest girl of
as early and as we'll as possible, but
he saw his chance with the younger
one because OF her Uniformity. He
put her in an institution which was
! practically an idiot asylum, and bel
older sister was powerless to helI
her.
ut is wonder that the little
cripple's mind didn't give way witt
the horrors about her, but it didn'
even when greater horror ant
| grief came into her life. Theil
I guardian sent the older sister to I,
fashionable school in another stat
where daughter Of a rich famil!
grew fond Of her and took her Il
her own home in distant city TO
| summer vacation.
"There the orphan met and mar
ried man Of wealth whom sh