The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-01-27

ne stood framed ia the doorway
between living and dining room to
greet Mrs. Rand and Janet "WeH
be finished in just minute, Barry"
called Janet. 1888
Barry Coivin accepted the chair
offered by Jimmy. Allows the law
business, Barry I" asked Henry Rand.
/ "Fair, thanks, Mr.. Rand. It's
quite pull getting started but I
suppose / ouehtn't TO complain"
| 1T takes q lot Of work to get
started right in anything, Barry"
observed Jimmy.
lizard work never hurt anyone"
put in his father. "I've certainly
had plenty Of it."
It was exactly five o'clock on his
twcnty-seventh birthday when Jim
my Rand looked at his watch, walk
ed into the managers office of the
Manchester Auto Sales Company and
decided to call it day.
"Sec you in the morning, Mr..
Train. I'm celebrating my birthday
by being punctual for dinner to-
night"
The manager turned his head
away from his work. "Admirable OF
you, Rand. hope the folks won't
get heart failure" :.
They're apt to, at that" laughed
Jimmy. There's no telling how
some people will react to violent
shocks. It's nice Of you to let me
use the demonstrators tonight, too,
Mr.. Train"
mot at all. Rand. It would be
pretty hard to squeeze five into your
roadster"
Jimmy climbed into the demon
strator," a handsome sedan. The
starter whirrcd. He shifted gears
1expertly and was off.
It was precisely five-forty when
he entered the Rand home to find his
mother and Janet busy in the kitchen.
"F'or once" he announced trium-
phantly after greeting his mother
and pinching Janet's cheek. 'Ivc
beaten dad home for dinner"
II suppose that's what brought
this miserable RAIN" observed Janet.
Jimmy strobe to the. front win
dows. Outside it was almost COM
pletely dark. A cold November rain
was falling. whipped by = strong
wind that stung to the very bones
mot exactly cheerful weather to
celebrate The twcnty-seventh ami
versary of the advent Of the we'll
known Mr.. James Rand" he remark
ed. He went back to the kitchen.
I"Quarter to six and after. mother.
| Where's the punctual Mr.. Rand this
evening? You remember he said
those who were late should go
hungry"
Footsteps were heard outside the
front door. "ThatAs your father
now, maybe" hazarded Mrs. Rand.
The doorbell rang. "No, it must be
Barry"
It was Barry Colvin. Jimmy took
his hat and coat. Just in time for
dinner, Barry, but dads late. Can
you beat it?'
four street cars derailed, then"
laughed Barry. EITHER that or an
earthquake"
Mrs. Rand called from the kitchen.
James, will you come here mo-
ment?"
"Surc, what is it!' He was there
on the run.'
"Do you suppose anything could
have happened to your father?
Traffic is real heavy now and he
might have been knocked down by
an automobile"
| "Not a chance, mother. He most
likely is caught in street car tie-up.
This weather is enough to cause lot
Of them"
Mrs. Rand went to the kitchen
window and peered out. 1t was quite
dark. From the living room came
the strains Of Rachmaninoffs Pre-
lude, Jimmy's and Barry's favorite.
Barry and Janet were there together.
The window panes ratified with the
sudden gust Of wind.
"What time is it, james," Mrs.
Rand's manner was agitated as she
kept opening the oven door to look
ut the roast chicken which was long
since cooked and which she was
keeping warm.
Jimmy glanced at his watch. "Six-
thirty. Gosh, that's not late, mother.
He'll be here any minute now"
II wish you'd call the store.
James,"
"Ail right. / will. but hardly
think he's there" He went to the
hall. Before he could pick up the
receiver the phone bell rang.
Hello" he said. sharply.
Hello" ramc the voire over the
phone, q mans brusque voice. "is
this the home Of Henry RANDI"
"Yes."
"Who is this spcaking!"
James Rand, his son."
swell. this is = police officer
speaking from the Garfield Hotel.
Get here quick. Your father has
just been found dead in q ROOM"
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