The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-03-26
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! Barry. but he'd have been too much
| for me, if"
"You just about succeeded, too, :
broke in the policeman. He was
bending over Jensen. Hes dead, all
right. Broken neck, think" He
! pulled out a notebook and jotted
something down. Accidental. of
course" he observed"
Its not my fault it's accidental"
put in Jimmy. II wanted to. badly
| enough. 1t was either him or me-
He went to the front door and
looked out. A man was descending
the basement steps. 1t was the taxi
driver.
"Oh!" said Jimmy. at sight Of him.
II say, Barry, help me carry her
into the cab. I'll take her to hos
! pital. No telling what those devils
did. Do you mind staying here
with this officer and the two Of you
! calling police headquarters?
Together they placed her gently
in the taXicab, and Jimmy had a
swift recollection Of another evening
when he had been alone with her
and had lifted her into another cab,
and Mary had seen him.
He slammed the door behind him.
and Rarry's voice came family to his
ear: "Oh Jim. who did she say"
But they had started, and his only
answer was an encouraging wave
Of the hand.
"Take it easy over these roads" "
he commanded the driver. and turned
to look pityingly at the still white
face on his arm.
T. -
had passed since he had seen Mary
unceremoniously away from her. 1t
was hard to make himself believe
that it had been that very afternoon
only short hours ago. He won
dered then-and for the first time
since it happened he allowed his
thoughts to dwell on it--what she
had thought of him. what she must
be thinking now.
"Mary.' he ,breathed. happy for
the first time in dreary. heart-break-
ing weeks, now that he knew she still
cared.
Olga stirred in his arms, sighed,
and he felt swift compassion for
this girl who had braved so much
just to help him. He felt that it
was somehow profane and sacri-
ligious to be thinking of someone
else. with Olga's white face up
turned to his.
But he couldn't help it, he thought.
with something akin to tears in his
eyes. He was himself-Jimmy Rand
just as God had made him. He
couldn't change. j.. He found him.
self wondering again about Mary.
warmed by the thought Of her. Was
she thinking Of him? There would
be so much to tell her.
Mary. at that very moment. was
thinking Of him. and her thoughts
were bitter.
Why had Barry Colvin lied to her?
Whv had he filled her with hope
told her that Jim Rand loved her
! only to have that hope dashed against
her very face at the sight Of Jim
wheeling within five feet of her and
running?
She knew. He loved that other girl
run away from him. She was too
late, that was all.
She should have known it when
he failed to, answer her letter. She
thought, though. that he might have
had the thoughtfulness to drop hel
line, or call her up. and explain.
Again she lived over that after
noon. She saw herself going dowr
the crowded street. and looking w
to see Jim and Barry approaching
They we're talking very earnestly
i. J. Especially had Jim appeared
earnest.
| She had smiled. She had thought
that, in view of what Barry Colvis
had told her about Jim, he nigh
be glad to see her smile ct him. An.
they had seen hereof that there ha.
been no questionA-for hadn't sh'
seen swift recognition leap into Jim
j eyes? Hadn't she seen his hand NOV,
UP to his hat?
n And then. to turn on his heel AM
cut her dead. She simply couldn'
believe it. For an instant she had be
! lisved him gone suddenly mad.
She had gone home, where fresl
] bunch Of flowers. carefully watere
+ lhY her mothor. moeleds her. The
!. 'were fAan; AplrsI Church. and VT