The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-11-09
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE

DEAN TIMOTHY BROWN ID enfaG.
ed when she chooses student friends
and openly defends Eric against 4
suspicion 0f bookkeeping poison II.
QuOr.
MYRA ALDRICH, q spoiled dasgh.
ter Of wealth, living In Judith's board.
Ink house, Is In love with Eric and
jealous Of Judith.
KITTY" SHEA town bo0lleg9er,
ovcrhcars the story Of Mrs. Timothy
Browns secret love affair, when Mira.
hOOth with Judith. Judith hefrlends
her. believing the dean . heaetless
tyrant.
Shea tries Ia blackmail Mrs. Brown.
Staying alone In MyPa's sorority
house during the Christmas holidays,
Judith IL terrified when Shea tries 20
force an ent rance.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER xxx
The paving was covered with light
crust Of pOwdcry slcet from last
nights storm, and Judith examined
IL inch by inch. from the porch steps
TO the outer sidewalk.
She crossed the sidewalk by the
road, STOPPING over to look ut the
cement. When she reached the park
ing. she stood up, with relief In her
eyes. There were no stains on the
walk
a milLmnn, jogging along. seated
In the door Of his wagon. looked ut
her curiously. She turned hurricdly
back toward the house. The negro
houxcman still sat slumpcd in his
chair. snoring. But the cook had
left her post. Judith found her in
the kitchen, preparing grapefruit for
breakfast. The woman laid down
tho little curved fruit knife ut Ju-
dith's entrance. "Mcrry Christmas,
Miss Mahtin." she said, uncertainty.
"Good morning, Mandy" said Ju-
dith. "Whcn will brcakfas. be
ready ~
Right away, right away"
perhaps We might as we'll drOD
the matter Of the burglary" Judith
now. III send for gIazicr tOmor.
row, to replace the broken pancs."
The cook seized the corner Of her
apron and wiped her eyes with It.
"Bless you. chile.' s"" said I'D u
shuah hated to lose this job"
Judith ate in the warm nine
room. with Myra's fruit basket for u
table ccnterpicce, and the Christmas
sun pouring in through the windows.
While she was eating, the tclc-
phone bell rang. The hOuscman
went to answer it and returned to
summon Judith.
MERRY Christmas. Judith" said
the voice Of Mrs. Timothy Brown.
Judith returned the greeting.
tits going to be merry Christ
mas here" said Mrs. Brown, speak
ing more softly "Thc deans been
called out Of town" She laughed.
That's why I'm free 10 ask you
over to dinner"
Judith thought II moment. Wont
he learn that I've been there, and be
angry with you?" she qucricd.
The deans wife laughed dcfiantly.
perhaps so, my dear. But times
have changed. I'm not afraid Of
him"
every we'll. them" replied Judith.
"In come"
A box of long stcmmcd roses with.
Eric's card came Just as she was
preparing to leave the house that
Afternoon. She carried II into the
Kitchen in search Of II vase. The
| houscfnan was rubbing silver polish
on the Gamma Delta tea service.
"WhAt did you-all shoot ut last
, niYht?" he asked.
.'At the top Of the onk tree" she
answered. looking up quickly.
'Uh-huh." said the man. "Too had
you didn't hit youah man"
Judith took the vase Of roses into
| the living room and set il on the
/ piMnO. Eric's card was in her peck
at al ~ H. al ~ ~ E.,
went unstairs To gct her coat and
hat. "Back next Sunday. Merry
| Christmns!" The words were writ
ten on the back Of the card. Judith
pinned two of the roses against her
cost before she left.
The deans house Haunted holly
wrraths IN every window. and Il
little curl Of smoke from the chimney
over the living room wing suggested
festival cheer indoors.
| Mrs. Brown herself admitted her
She was wearing II lacy apron and
smiling broadly. Judith looked ut
her curiously. II was the first time
She had seen the deans wife smile
wl'"'"-hcnrtcdlv.
will you take off your wraps in
I, my bedroom. ut tho head Of the
stairs" said Mrs. Brown. II must
i run bnck to the turkey. Ny cook
isn't entirely equal to the cmcr-
gcncy."
| Judith ran M the stairs. The
house was full of savory odors. and
there were vases Of bright red roses
az the tables here and there The
bedroom in which she took off her
coat and hat was almost cloistral il,
it's severity. Hut ON the little bed