The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-02

world who isn't I wonder II sou
know how truly great you are in
your unselfishness."
"Dont, Bob," Faith checked. She
felt she could not bear the eomrade-
" affection in his voice. Affection
appreciation! When her whole body
ached for love Of him! She did not
want even to move her hands, for
fear Of losing the memory Of the
pressure Of his long, firm fingers:
''How much more time have We
Don't bother! I'll find your watch
She CROPPED In the pocket he. in.
dicated with jerk Of his head. and
dragged out his thin, white-gold
watch. "Nine three!" she gasped
"Will we make it, Bob !"
eyes," he answered briefly. his
eyes strainiag for an opening in the
closely lined up cars at q road in
It was s:2s when Bob Hathaway
swerved his car TO the curb at the
barrow station. They ran; Faith
almost as fleetly rs he, to where
the long line Of Pullman cars waited
for the "All Aboard" of the conduc.
tor who walked up and down beside
the track, talking Idly with first one
Pullman porter and then another. :.
1--WE need your help, Conductor.
Bob drew up before the official
breathing hard from his swift rum
ming. "This is Miss Lane. I'm
Robert Hathaway. Miss Lane be.
lieves her sister, Miss Cherry Lane
is aboard your train. bound for New
York. Her mother was taken sick
suddenly after Miss Cherry left, and
her life may depend upon whether
We get the girl back immediately OF
not; Can ;:n,s We make . search Of yey'
ID .It;s onlt three minutes TIL Ne psll
out" the conductor growled from
under his ,clipned,' thick gray mus
tache. "What does the young lady
took like? Sure she's on this train J!
"She came here TO take it." Boil
told him evasively. "SAe's' ven
. little--ninety.fivs pounds or 50
short, curly red hair-copper.red,
he flushed, and Faith knew how il
|, must hurt him thus to be eatalogina
Cherry's charms for railroad Of.
fetal. "What do you think she WA
, wearing. Faith r. as.s
"A 9olden.browm cloth. suit. with
small brown velour hat. She had
Just bought them Saturday" she ex
planned 70 Bob Hathaway. "Drows
kid pumps and brown SILK stock
Ticket TO where Z" the csnducto,
demanded with agonising deliberate
.New York" rsith asaswersd
j "Please! Did you see herr
."Oh. boys!S The conductor raiset
an arm to signal three Pullman por
| tiers lounGing beside little portable
stems before their ear aoofs.
Three colored men In dark trous
ers and white coats esns loansinl
.Any Of you boys eotsa rsd-heade,
Young lady, Dressed in brown
| Pretty, I suppose Z" Ne Turned =
Bob, with 2 smile twttchine ct III
: nlustache.
i Eyes, very!" Bob answered CURLY
"Boss. I know the very lady 70,
| meant" q wide hnouthsd porter grin
ned. .Come on about ten minutes
ago with : gent that locked like
:Yes!. Faith brsathed, her finger
digging into Beb's arm in her excite
| ment !.
.They'rs ia my csr-number =
drawin' room A." the porter, toll
them. "Guess they went and elopet
on YOU" be grinned q Bob.
't'm afraid that's what they did,
Bob forced himself - admit cheer
fully. But the young jadyis mothe
10 mighty sick--we promised to brinl
her home. May We 80 aboard. Con
Il reckon So" The man locke
doubtful. "Show 'em the Va,
Harry"
"Hers you are. Boss. Drswii
room A." The porter paused befor
the rounded door At the end Of hi
car.
| He was about to knock, when
high, piercing scream, followe
quickly BY the sound Of . body baAt
| ing itself against the door, stayS
his hand. @
Cherry! Cherry!" Faith erie
loudly, seising the long. curved kno
Of the door. "Oh. Bob It's locked
It's locked! Cherry, Cherry!"
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