The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-03-10
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his head and he clenchcd his hands
tightly. conscious that no matter
| what he did he was bound to hurt
! her.
| Hes made life pretty bitter for
both Of US, hasn't he. Jim ?" she half
| whispered, and raised her face to
| his.
And as he bent down to her kiss.
his arms pressing her closely to him,
he saw himself again rs some cruel
blundcrcr smashing the toy Of little
| child.
Before Mary Lowell's eyes the
keys Of her typewriter. manipulated
| by her nimblc fingers, clicked off the
sentences as she translated them
from her shorthand notes.
And in her fancy she could stifl
ally to read them over. two words,
born Of troubled mind, kept dane
ing before her vision. They were
JIM RAND.
And in her fancy she could still
see his erect, broad shouldered fig
ure, his smooth brown hair and level
eyes, his close-croppcd mustachc;
and beside him, always, was a slen-
der. beautiful girl--a girl with light
| gold hair and violet eyes that were
cool. A girl with long black lashes
and black, high-archcd eyebrows and
delicatcly fashioned nose. -.
Her every waking thought was Of
those two, and her dreams, most of
them, of him.
I: The thought rose to taunt her
that but for her uncomfortable
pride. he would have been hers. :.
l uas knI
grasp. and she had let it go, and
that was the greatest tragedy that
| She fashioned bitter thought into
words: "And he said l was marry
ing for, money selling myself
for q mess Of pottagc. He was
cruel; he trampcd on me with his
heel; he didn't care or he wouldn't
have hurt me so"
OF sudden she rose, passing her
hand nervously across her forehead.
and took her work into Mr.. Hilton's
| office and laid it on his desk.
| When she came back she sat
while in thought. the back Of her
hand pressed tightly against her
III only had it to do over again."
i she said. II would never let it 60
again."
| And. then: IF it is not too late.
God. please don't let it be too late"
Hurriedly then, before she could
change her mind, she wrote him
letter, her checks the while as blood
| less "a the paper she wrote on. And
the letter was complete surrender
| ing Of the last vcstigc Of her
pride. $.
Abjcctly it told that she loved him
:. that she had broken with Sam
Church r. that she would wait for
a reply.
She sealed it and stamped ia
two-cent stamp and a special dcliv-
l.cry-and, fearing that she would
| change her mind before she could
reach the letter box. she rang the
buzzcr for the office boy.
paul" she said when he APP
pcarcd before her desk, twill you
drop this in the mail box -
eyes, ma'am!" Paul was emphatic.
THANK you.' she said. and walked
swiftly. to the window, where she
stood AMI gazed with unsceing eyes
at the clouds that hung over the
buildings of Mansfield.
Paul left her office, the letter in
his hand. Halfway across the outer
office a masculine voice, deep with
authority. hailed him.
paul, come here right away.
want you to help the porter move
these desks around"
"Yes sir. Mr.. Barnett" Paul stuck
the letter in the inside pocket Of his
coat and quickly and quito complete
" forgot all about it.
Jimmy met Barry Colvin by APP
ner together.
How about show. Jimes?" sug-
gcstcd Barry when they left the rcs-
taurant and were walking along the
{treet. Something lively to cheer
Us up"
Jimmy was willing. His mind was
filled with troubled thoughts. All
through the dinner he had sat, word
less, as Barry chattcd. He talked
Of the law business He had had
busy day, he said. And Jimmy sat
| without hearing.
Barry said. looking intcntly at him
| as they stood in front of the theater:
II hope the show is good. It will
have to he darncd good to get you
out Of the dumps you seem to have
fallen in"
'tOh. excuse mc, Barry" Jimmy
! forced a smile.
| Barry strolled to the window and
| bought the ticIets. '%Jcd Blacks
here, Jim. He's my favorite come
dian. think he's the greatest mas
ter of pantomime on the stage to-
| day."
"Fine.", said Jimmy, quite without
enthusiasm.
1--WE got tough job ahead Of
me-" went on Barry. "If I win this
case, I'll have to be pretty good.
I'm up against keen competition"
"Quite feather in your cap If you
| win. ch? Well, here's hoping Barry"
| There was returning interest evil
! dent in Jimmy's voice.
yep, met smart lawyer to-.
| day, Jim. A heck of q smart lawyer.
His name was, femme see. I'm not
| much good at names. Oh yes, his
name was Church-Samuel Church.
A smart baby, JIM"
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