The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-19

! mean selfish thing again as long as
! l live! swear to God! Don't tell
Muggy and Dad, Faith, darling!
Promise you won't tell"
| Faith. Soothing her .shudderinc.
weeping little sister, thought that
Bob and George would never return.
But at last they appeared ut the
door, and bcckoncd to Wiley. Chris
left his seat reluctantly and Joined
the two men, still closely chapcroned
by a policeman, at the door Of the
bare ccll-likc room.
After few minutes Of low, earnest
conversation the three disappeared
again to return after ten minutes.
looking vastly relieved, almost jubi-
! liant.
mo charge! We're all dism isscd.''
Bob Hathaway bent over Faith and
spoke in a low, excited voice. might
chief was pretty decent. Thank God,
there were no reporters hanging
around. You don't even ret on the
police blottcr, Cherry. Buck up! No
real harm done, though the boys who
arrested US proved rather stubborn"
"Say, Flo, better make yourself
scarce at Sam Lees after this" the
grinning Irish policeman slouchcd
over to the North Second street girl
| and spoke with an easy, insolcnt
familiarity. might not pick UP
friends like this every time you 70
off on tear. Say 'Scuse me- now,
to the little lady you pitched into
and beat it,"
Jaw, you STAY mel" Flo flipped AN
iEipudcnt hand near his stubby Irish
nose. "Comc around-any old time
Miraculously, Cherry changed from
q tcar-strcakcd, frightened child into
n pert little flappcr, all smiles and
glittcring teeth and cleaning gold
eyes.
Thanks a million times, boys!"
she sprang to her feet, and opened
her vanity case, her eyes coquctting
ming policeman. "Fll buy whole
bunch Of tickets for the next police.
mans ball"
AS George drove the sedan swiftly
toward Myrtle street, Chcrry's gaycty
tubbled and frothed, and ovcrflowcd
!. IN jets Of tinkling laughter
II was never SO excited and thrill
cd in my life! Talk about adventure!
And you boys were marvclou s. sim
| ply a riot. Honestly, I'd have died il
my picture had gotten in the papers.
The nerve Of that little black.hcadcd
hussy! | guess thatll teach her not
/ to try to associate with nice people!
Wasn't she n scream? You slay
me-" she Knocked. "And poor old
Faith--honcstly, honey. you looked
like Salvation Nell, trying to save
the noble gal! So noble and pure!
Honestly it was funny. wasn't It.
George, you old corpse! You and
Bob dashing nobly to the rescue =
'Fireman, save my chc-ild!" She
stranglcd with hystcricnl laughter.
ut wouldn't have been SO funny
D if old Dob here hadn't used every
ounce Of pull to his name, and drag.
ged in his Uncle Ralph Cluny's name
to boot? Soon as he told the night
chief that Mr.. Ralph Cluny, the big
. gcst criminal lawyer in the state was
his uncle, it was all over but tn.
I shouting. and you're doing enough o
that for the whole party! And yo.
didn't seem to think it was slap
stick comedy when YOU were cling
4 ing to Faith and whining to her I.
|. get you out of the mess, and not I,
! tell your parents!'
Oddly enough. at the gruff tender
ness Of Georges words about her
= Faith burst into hysteYical weeping
= But it was in Bob Hathaway's arm
\ that she found comfort.
~ Ito BE Continued.)
7 TOMORROW-Cherry, using NOR
: Of Mr.. Cluny's money. forces Faitl
E into Fele 81 interior decorator for III
:. Lane living room In preparation 10
al Mr.. Clnny'S visit.