The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-03-15
NOW co on WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER XIII
Jimmcy jigglcd the receiver hook
in desperation. but the sound that
came to his ear was the tranquil
Number please" Of Central.
"God!" he cried. putting the phone
away from him. what happened to
her? What happened
He grabbed the phone again and
asked for police headquarters. And
for Gods sake, hurry!"
He got hold of O'Day. then, and
told him: Get as fast as you can
to Olga Maynard's apartment" He
gave O'Day the address. ike Jsn-
sens been there. | think he's killed
her. I'm starting out right away
Then he ran up the stairs. taking
three at time, madly grabbed at
his hat and OvercOat.
All during that day at the office
her typewriter. starting eagerl.
every time the telephone rang. But
the call she waited for did not come
She was first to greet the letter
carrier on each of his frequent
rounds. But there was no mail for
her.
why" she asked herself time and
again. why doesn't he answer"
She pOndered on the variability Of
her moods. Yesterday Barry Colvin
had been to see her and what he tod
her had lifted her magically out OF
the depression into which she had
lately settled.
And today. To come to work
so cheerful. SO expectant. and td
hear--n0thing. 1t was more than
she could bear.
Mr.. Hilton stopped once in thu
midst Of dictation and looked at he1
very sharply.
"You'rc tired. Miss Lowell" he
said gently. IL wish you would TAX.
a couple Of days off. DO you good.
Mary's mother. who since tn
breaking off with Sam Church wor'
perpctually gricvcd expression. me
her ut the door with sharp com
| plants about being late and "dinne
will never be ready if you don
hurry"
In fact, Mary's mother found j
! very easy to find fault these days
There had been many attempts Of
her part to persuade Mary to re
onsider her decision about Church
but they were futile.
"Oh. dear" Mrs. Lowell sighed o
she moved heavily about the kitchen
getting in the way while Mary di
| MI the work. II get so discouraged
could lie right down and sleep TO
two days, I'm 50 tired"
! Mary made no answer: she was to-
busy cooking.
"im not at all weary" Mrs. Lowell
continued the doctor told M
what. needed was complete res
! and q change" !,
(which was not at all what tn
doctor had told her.. What he hs
said was that she wanted rest an
a change, He hadn't said she needle
it, 81. -.
Mrs. Lowell sighed deeply. But
suppose I'll never get it. ] suppos
| mi end my days in drudgry." He
drudgery consisted largely in watch
ING Mary do all the important house
! work. Occasionally Mrs. Lowel
knitted. and busted q few pictures
and prepared a salad.
I "Please, mother" Mary begged.
II simply never imagined anyon
could be so foolish" Mrs. Love-
went on.
And Mary, her mind too trouble
to pay much attention, went on wit
the preparation Of dinner.
! She hardly touched her food, how
ever. and when the dishes wer
washed and put away she gave th
excuse Of q headache to retire to he
room.
4 As she sat on her bed. in utter d.
lection, she wondered if the cuttin
remarks she had made to Jimm
when last they met had opened
( breach that was irrepa rablc.
"But I wrote him." she said.
told him everything. did all
could. Why didn't he answer?"
She was hurt, deeply hurt.
"He simply doesn't care an
MORE" she told herself.
4 She sat before her mirror an
watched her reflected face. ."Ol
Jim" she cried. III you only knc
how much + loved you. You're
you're breaking my heart"
4 Her face dropped slowly down o
to her arm.
She sat that way a long time. ju.
how long she did not know, but ht
mothers complaining voice. rising a
note Of querulousness, broke int
her thoughts.
Mary, II yeu have such a heat
y ncle, why donA you go tn bed? YOU
\ light is kceyink me from going I
sleep"
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