The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-09-13
Saint and Sinner
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anothcr!"
"Such is life, Mother!" Jim Lane
chucklcd, as he left the dining
room.
Faith, it does look like / could
have Il decent egg, considering the
fact that have to work hard all day!
This ones broken and the yellow 8
us stiff as glue!" Cherry pushed hcr
plate from her in disgust, her lovely
face petulant and aggrieved, like a
suiking child's.
IF you would get to the table
when breakfasts ready, your egg
wouldn't be cold" Faith retorted. "I'II
Try you another one. How do YOU
want it? Sunny side up or scram-
bled?"
Scrambled, in butter, with cream
Cherry gave her order languidly and
stretched her pretty, almost COM
plctely bare arms above her head in
great yawn. "Oh, Muggy, | learn
ed u new step Of the Charlest on
last night over at the Warrens'
Look"
Cherry sprang up from the table,
spread her petaled, crisp green or
CANDY skirt, SO short that it showed
her dimpled knees in their gleam-
ing white silk stockings, blew kiss
to her mother, then began to fling
her tiny feet and her graceful arms
in a mad abandon. Junior obliging-
" wh;stled "Yes. sir, that's my
baby!" clapping his hands to accent
La.e the tempo. Joy jumped up and
Joined in, her thin little sticks of
arms and legs making a grotesque
burlesquc of Cherry's graceful per-
Torrance.
"Say, kid, you got that all wrong!''
Junior interrupted. Here, it goes
like this!" His long legs began to
weave the intricate figure with prac-
ticed ease, his arms swinging madly,
then crossing themselves as he bent
forward in the last African frenzy Of
the dance.
"You're good, all right" Cherry,
breathless, watched him admiringly.
Il guess you learned it from that
fast Fay Allen!"
Say. young lady, you lay off!
She's just as good as you are any day
in the week. and especially Saturday
night" he emphasized meaningly as
he flung his long, thin body back in
his chair and reached for his coffee
cup.
Cherry flushed, SO that the lovely
apricot tinting on her cheeks, deepen
cd to ripe richness. IF you say
another word. Long Lane. I'll tell
Now, Smarty, l. guess that'll hold
you!"
Her golden-yellow eyes blazed at
him like two hot metal disks. her
long, curling, bronze lashes spread
like two rows Of silken' fringe upon
the milky Wilderness Of check and
"Chcck!" Junior grinncd sheep
ishly. with a sidelong glance ut his
mother, who adorcd him only a little
less than her beautiful eighteen
ycar-old daughter.
"Childrcn, children!" She raped
automatically with her knucklcs up
on the table.
II don't see how you can cat eggs
scrambled with cream. and butter, and
stay as thin as you are" Faith Lane
commented, little cnvi0usly, rs she
set the hot plate down before her
sister. I'D get fat"
II dance it off," Cherry laughed.
"Umm! That tastes good! You are
good cook. Faith. you sweet old
thing! If ! stayed at home all day,
lolling around tho. house,. I'd get
fat. too. Of course, you aren't really
fat-just plump!"
Her secretive yellow eyes took in
the splendid womanliness Of Faith s
tall, beautifully proportional. but
entirely unflapper- like body. II only
weigh niaety-five,r, Cherry added
complacently, rs she poured cream
into her cup Of hot coffee.
Faith Redeemed, then raised fork
full Of cold egg to her quiverina
mouth. Lolling around the houseI
A tear welled out Of each eye and
travelled slowly down her pale, slight
ly olive,-tinted cheeks. The tin of
her rather large. softly indefinite
nose--neither pug, Grecian nor Ro-
man--quiyered like = hurt child's.
Cherry poked rosy-tippsd finger
at her sisters tear-marked cheek
don't be- A. cry-baby, Faith! I'm
sorry! Didn't mean it-whatever IN
was said. Chester Hart thinks you
have the finest figure Of any girl
in town, 20 therel"
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