The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-19
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To Faith, covering against BOZ
Hathaway, covering lbe scarlet face
with trembling hands, .e seemed that
the grinning fase Of the Irish police.
man who rode with them, swavin:
jauntily from the running board OF
George Fruits car, would be forever
engraved on her memory as the most
horrible human gargoyle she had
ever seen.
On the front seat, Cherry was bud.
died, too, like a large eyed, frightened
kitten. Faith could hear her mon.
otonous waiIing bleat: a
They won't .put me in Jail, will
they, George? Don't let them put
me in jail, George. Say something
George! Don't sit there like a frog.
en-faccd Indian! George! Oh, my
God, I'm scared to DEATH"
"Shut up!" George Pruitt com.
mandcd in a low, harsh voice. "Noth.
ing more than fine for disorderly
conduct. Quit that whining! You
make me SO nervous can't drive
straight"
"Disordcrly conduct! Oh, George!
7Itll kill Muggy. ii this gets into the
papers," Her little hands were claw
/ ing Mt his coat lapcls.
Faith, her hand held tightly and
comf0rtingly in Bob Hathaway's said
nothing during that short, nightmare
drive to the police station. But just
as George parked his car, at the di.
rection of the still grinning "cop,"
Bob whispered to her:
Don't worry, dear. George and
I'll fixit. II wont amount to much.
You're not in this mess, you know.
And Cherry can give an assumed
NAME"
Chris Wiley's car, also chaperoned
By burly policeman, who was not
grinning. drew up just behind George
Fruits, and the black-haired, paint
cd little vixen, Flo. sprang dcfiantly
TO the curb. bursting hmm cdiatcly
into a vitri0lic dcnunciation Of the
police force. the city gevetnn,ent.sia
general. Chris Wiley and Cherry
Lane. l's'
"Shut up. for the luyva Petc!'
Chris Wiley, his dark, burnt-out
handsome face ash-palc in the light
Of the street lamp, seized the girls
arm and hurried into the narrow en-.
trance of the three story brick build
ing that housed the police station.
The two policemen who had es
cortcd the party to police headQuar
tiers herdcd them into a bare innel
room. with curt promise tha'
| they'd be called in q minute. Thci
one left, apparently for conference,
with the night chief, but Rob Hatha
way and George I'ruitt sprang from
I.thcir seats and followed him. Faitl
| saw the officer hesitate, scratch tn
day old stubble on his chin, the
pocket something that George Pruit
was offering.
she brcathcd easier after that, al
though both George and Bob ha
left them alone with Chris Wiley an
! the terrible ''Flo."
"Ill be damned il I fix it for you,
/ Faith heard Chris Wiley muttcr in
harsh undcrtonc to the defiant, hard
eyed girl. "You got yourself int
this mess, now you can get out Of !
And I won't say word against til
young lady you attacked"
j attacked! HUH" Flo sn0rtc
loudly, her black eyes shooting ver
}! omous darts at the covering, weeI
y ing Cherry. "You STAY me, homes
:you slay me! She attacked me, an
him here to tell the world! So that
the big-timc girl friend! That
J why" she curled her lip with g,
: / aggcratcd disdain ut Cherry. III
i just your sometime. any old tim
Mama! Well. listen, big boy, ssh
II goes down on the police blotter Wit
little old Flo Riplay Of North Secon
!. street, and you. can roll that undo
your tonguc!"
ooh, FAITH" Cherry moancd, bur!
ing her head dispairingly in th
mothcripg curve Of Faiths shouldc
E"If get out Of this, I'll never do