The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-07-17

son has Il or not, Doctor Flint"
lied cheerfully. II haven't seen Mr..
Robinson since I saw him ct the
counter when I handed II 70 him. ]
saw him drop e. I saw him turn
very pale - he kicked Il under the
counter out Of sight."
$50 you know he dropped i'll"
He caught her hands, laughing:
IF you care-that's enough"
She was defeated burdened
and defeated.
And he didn't insist when she re-.
fused to 60 again TO- the cottage.
When she was alone she turned
on herself wildly: "Why didn't
tell the truth! Oh. Lord-now---
now"
And she decided that the next
time she would gently speak-make
him see.
But the next time-and the next
time he wooed her IS before, weak.
ening her with the sad violence of
his love. She didn't 60 again to the
cottage.
Yet she repeated: IL care--of
course / care-but can't 60 on like
this--I don't want to 60 on :"
and in, the end yielded because she
feared his desperation.
There were times when fear
lodged with her like cold, living
thing. Then she told herself: Il
won't stand II! III go away! Let
Early in November a letter came
from Alice. This was followed by
one from her father.
She was summoned home.
s Chapter IS
Sandy sat on the floor, an open
suitcase before her. Her scanty
wardrobe, tossed with capricious
disdain. Uttered bed and chair.
She now folded her hands behind
her head. her eyes closing restlessly.
She was going home. After eight
months she was returning. A short
while ago this prospect would have
filled her with shivering revulsion.
She now welcomed it.
'I've got to Co." she told herself
feverishly. "They need me. ! can't
refuse"
She reached this decision in
furry Of intense relief; glad Of any
excuse THAT would lift her even
momentarily out Of the depressing
monotony where she was plunged.
Alice wrote:
what house. I,don't know whether
dad had to choose this time to come
down with lumbago, 50 had the
two Of them on my hands. But
mama's been . wonderful patient
never complains. She's eating
her heart out over you. She asked
me today: Does Sandy know how
sick her mother is?~ Has she written
today! Do you suppose, Alice, that
she'd come If she thought she might
mot see her mother alive Againw All
of which makes it rather tough on
me- I'm sleeping in the room with
her and staying up most Of the
night. ! sure am Weary Willie!
The doctor says we should get .
trained nurse. Cant you feature it?
! wonder who'd pay the bills, seeing
that dad 10 up to his neck % it is.
So ] guess Alice will continue to be
Vie goat.
Il hsar your husband is planning
to sell his house. 20 evidently he's
not counting on ) .ur return. He
comes in regularly to visit ma. I'm
convinced she told him where you
are and that you're working, but he
has sense enough to know he can't
drag you back by main force.
"Ever since that phony automobile
mors that he's doing bit Of gay
philandering on his own score. Nay
Arliss tells me that Heinie Rivers
says he's having an a6fair NTH
Juanita Morales. What any woman
can see in him 10 certainly . mys-
terry. But Juanita IL, flying about
here in the spiffiest little Marmon
sport car you ever saw. It's the Der,
riesl Gosh, what loon you wer4
that you didn't work him to . fare-
thee-weal. Believe me, I'd havo spent
some Of the Murillo dueats IL I'd
been in your place. You wouldn'c
see . halfbreed like Juanita Morales
oil snaked-up in the roadster that
ought to BE- mine.
Sunday when he called T said By
way Of being gracious: 4 hear you're
going to sell your house and ell the
furniture. In, that case I'd like o
chance to bid ON yeur wife's clothes.
There's coat belonging to me among
them ..<,,.
smile and answered: MY vjfes
clothes are NO concern to you, Mas
Mcneil. III thank you to mind your
own business
at certainly must give him ven.
onaous thrill to feature you clerkiRg
in . One-horse insurance stand. Who
IN the world would have supposed
you'd pick out 9 jay town like San
Jose! With your. looks I should think
you'd have hit for the city and
picked of stunning apartment xorl
yourself. caa't fathom what's eot|
into you. Surely not scruplss sfterI
the way you steOpe1 before the we'd
ding bells rang outl How. do you
figure that yeu've rot anything to|
- E'wsS, III wit. NOR. J. soon .
! get . c4aneo e rsst my weary
bones. Fate certainly handel the
MeNehls dirty deal, IN tell the
The letter from Sssdy.s father
ma more explicit !,
Il SIX you 20 ferGet yanrself and |
y needed hsrs. 'xiiss, ia pcsr cia. Sas
more than eAe exnni.. do ana your |
y %ssAsr ssegisss eesste 1.s attsaticn;
- p grisyiag soteiy ovst yiour lenG |
sos:nee; Ceme ne1 ~ zen seaY nat
- - time = - her eeaia. fear
sae e pes1ng. Yer can ~ assurse