The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-05-10
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| He was for nom snt .ovsrwhelm-
ingly convinced that he would sit
here and take the next train back
to town-hjs errand left undone.
sweet illusions. Why not hing
these? Why not take them with
him In exile!
He rose and strobe into the
strHet.. He must see her. He
walked rapidly until he came to
her entrance drive. He. skunk MP
the grass border lining the winding
carriage road until, from ! patch
kOf brush which concealed. him. 10
had free view Of the house front.
For IN hour he waited, >numbed
by, conflicting emotions.. Then the
entrance door was. opened. 5, His
heart bounded. He started for.
ward. He thought vaguely OF in.
tercepting her on. the drive. He
checked himself. The young WON.
an who left the house was not Bar.
bara. \
she was ! servant. She wheeled
Z baby carriage into the sun and
propelled u down the drive.
The girl passed quite close. He
almost exposed himself in his eager.
ness to peer into the hooded re.
cesses OF the baby carriage. He
saw q mass Of fluffy coverlets and,
lying on the top OF them. . bottle
OF milk. He saw the milk bubble
and nothing else.
When the nurse and her charge
had passed he thought that there
returned Ia his ears q faint baby
cry. but he could not b sure. /
He fed, into the dusk, with tho
same guilty stealth with which he
had come. Al the railroad station
the ticket seller asked the travel
er's destination and believed that
the mumbled answer WAS: HE'LL"
However. he punched ticket to
New York.
The Club Z
Nan Adams. bad loser. had been
good prophet. The world outside
the big house, when It learned that
Barbara's son had inherited Hardi.
mans millions. became a giant
squid which squirted poisonous
printers ink,
The tales started in talk :.
my dear! She doesn't even CALI
herself Missus!" ."Huh!@ She
wouldn't dare!" They ultimately
flowed together into Historically
gleeful column OF Town Tattles. Of
which a current copy was sent by .
dear anonymous friend to Barbara
1T 'Ryeneck.
She read 1t without anger.
She remembered then. with list.
less amusement. her frantic reac-
lions the first time the sheet had
oozed her name.
Now It didn't matter. The rea-
son? She told herself that hsr \
long tramps on the highway, in the
days Of joyous vA.rancy. had grown
/ callouses on ner fee.. Il
The soul. also. could becomt
calloused. And morals. And pride.
The pride in her and the pride
in Bravo had met like beasts in the
Jungle and had locked in an EN-
brace from which only. one pride
had escaped unscathed. Sometimes
now she mourned a lost virgin
egoism. Sometimes she cleaned q
morose joy from her present hum.
blencss and told herself that,
martyr, she had q prouder role
than Bravo's.
"Sour grapes!" she chided her.
self. too intelligent to drift long In
the martyr pose.
Finally she knew. many vain re.
solves to the contrary notwithstand.
ing, that, when the opportunity
came, she would. abase herself be.
fore the man and ask him to take
her back.
Petrie was announced
She spent three efficient moments
before the mirror and came down
to receive him.
There was something absurdly
defensive in, his demeanor. He was
mournful as ever. She gave him
an easing smile. 80
II haven't an idea why you sent
for me" he blurted out. Il imagine
It's to reprove me for many things.
! guess you think I'm q rotter. Well.
I am"
IBID you read what Town Tat.
ties had TO say about me-" she
asked.
He nodded.
THAT story makes q rotter out of
me. doesn't it," said Barbara. "A
different sort of rotter. The man
or woman-I think 1t was woman.
Il stings sO-who wrote that story's
q rottkf. We're all rioters. Gus
Petrie.. :: e
t"But 1 didn't send for Jon 10 Is,
sermonised." she resumed. II have
nothing to .repr0ve you for. Once
you did . gallant thing. You stole
for me. Once when / was expert.
ing more gallantry. you were-less
gallant. i was rude TO you."-. u
Il remember" gloomed Pefrie.
II WIS an abominable cad"
II thought you were, then" "a.
mittef barbara. I've grown more
tolerant since" 4.
y rather misunderstood the cir.
cumstAnccs Of your presence at this
house at the time" he mumbled.
But that doesn't excuse me-
You didn't misunderstan nd she
corrected. THE thing that you
thought was so. had made bar.
gain. with Mr.. Hardiman. The deal
hadn't quite been closed. You were
Justified In thinkiug-anything you
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