The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-08-09
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In Harbor Gardens, Long Island.
In an elaborate bungalow, lived
PERRY HEATH, m artist. and his
wife, MYRA. 4
Myra, . cold, blond beauty and
wealthy In her own right, was not
In love with her husband, but she
tolerated him. Heath for his part
found amusement in his flirtati0ns
with other women, and, despite an
unruly shock Of brown hair and
Owlish tortoise shell glasses which
gave him Bohemian look, they
found him not unattractive.
At the time the story opens, the
Heaths were entertaining two house
LAWRENCE INMAN, . distant
relative Of Myra's. and, aside from
Perry, her only heir, and
BUNNY MOORE, young. vivacious,
g0lden.haired, an OIL friend Of
Myra's. Myra Heath was q peculiar
woman. She had never used rouge
or any ether cosmetics in her life.
She never dressed In cOlOrs-n04hiMg
but whites or yrsys or other neutral
tones. She had 4 passion for cot
Letting rare old b0ttles and her
latest WEN an old whisky hottie,
which she was quite proud Of but
which ar0nsel her husband to scorn.
There is q growing intimacy be-
tween lnman and Myra Heath and
Bunny and Perry. and 1t . bridge
game Myra II 10 provoked at Bunny's
apparent infatuation for her husband
that she reproves her sharply.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Chapter II.
"Cood gracious! don't want
hint" and Bunny hoped off the
chair arm and pirouetted about the
room.
II know you DON'T" and Myra's
voice grew sharper, "but you play
with him, and he, poor fool, falls for
it."
"Hoot, toot, Myra!" Heath cried in
establishment at this outburst, "let
her play with me if she likes. like
it myself"
Perry said this merely to rouse his
wife's temper, for, as a matter Of
fact, Bunny rather bored him, unless
he was just in the mood for her
wiles.
Il know you do Myra looked at
him coldly, "you like any girl who
flatters you and makes you think
you're q devil. You grab at any
flapper with dabs Of war paint on
her face, who puffs smoke into your
eyes,"
"Try a dab on your own face"
said Bunny, impudently, pushing her
vanity case toward Myra.
"Clear out, Bunny" said her hos
tess. I'm fed up with you! And.
unless you transfer your very mark
ed attentions to some other man
than my husband -
"Well, we'll. was she jealous ?" and
Bunny threw her arms round Myra'sl
neck and kissed her.
The girl was not bit embar-
raised BY the older woman's out
burst; in fact, she had been expect
ing it. and rather welcomed it. It
added excitement to the situation,
and Bunny gloried in fuss.
"Let me Alone" and Myra flung
the girl from her. "I'm in earnest"
''You seem to be-" and Bunny
stood : pace off. and scanned her
Perry Heath laughed.
"She isn't. really" he said. Zone
cant be Jealous OF man one.
eyes, I cam" Myra declared. II
do scorn you-you're little and petty
end mean. You're Q trashy artist
and mere APOLOGY for man. But
you are my husband, and my dignity
resents your foolish actions with
other women. refuse to put up
with Is and-.-"
"Wait = minute" said Heath. in a
drawling tone; "bef0re you proceed.
what about your own sections with
our friend and fellow artist here
What shout your foolish actionsNils
that dixection I"
Larry? Oh. he's my cousin"
. "Distant cousin by the family re-
cords, but very near cousin in
aetpality," Heath said, but with more
the effect Of amused chatting than
real accusation.
IMyre flared up.
"He Il my cousin and my heir.
The family fortune Nollows the fam
ily record, and ct my death" y
coed Lord, kyra, yop'rs not