The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-04-06
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"A hotel clerk sent the telegram
telling OF mammals illness. I don't
know why she vas In Chicago.
think she was to meet . detective
there. I know she had an agency
hunting for you.
81 travelled all alone to Chicago,
and strangers there told me that
mamma had died.
did you ever have to deal with
on undertaken? Or z coroner3 Or
the supertntsndent OF q cemetery
| did. II didn't even have time to
cry. I've had no time to cry since.
I've had to do 90 many things. And
I've had to deal with 60 many PEG.
Pile. Every one OF them cheated
me. ~
Some OF them were affable.
some OF them were grouchy. Some
OF them were short and fat: some
Of them were long and lean. Bus
they all cheated me.
Il got very poor. ] got terribly
confused.
but I'm cot confused any lonssss
I know exactly what I shall dc.
You can treat me just 40 II were
boy-why notf Your neglect =
consistent, magnificent. | embrace
your philosophy OF rowing irrespon.
sibility. embrace your code %
the carefree man. Why. indeed,
should | have any more at IS thRA
q boy at 20-my wits and health?
"And why should | have less? .
Il am ready for this adventure.
Hardiman. shalt own OF me JUST
what be can take. i shall stay here.
You've left me tramp, q penns.
less tramp on . fast freight. 70
which 4 shall cling till I'm pitched
on. You're hobo. and 30 am -
she hobo. Call me q Shebo anA
your true daughter. nomad dad"
Barbara's pen was travelling 10.
yer fast. In rhythm with the pulse
which leaped to her courageous
definition OF her secret soul. n
nervous foot tapped impatiently for!
the words OF her next sentence.
II want lite as badly 40 you eve".
wanted It.
Remember now those momep:s
OF your life Just before you SLANT
med the door which freed you of
mother and me- Just 80 I wish to
he freed OF the bonds Of convention
tied ut birth to every baby 90 uA.
fortunate IS to be born girl.
And IL I'm beaten or II / clip
don't say to me:
Never darken my door!'
"You haven't got door. Ne1
Their have |. And when get up
from this desk I'm going Ia unlock
the only door between me and t. u.
bic
"Coodby. papa
you've done me dirt. but
damme eyes II can help liking
you for Il! Your
-sHEBo.~ .
Barbara queened on the autamo.
bile porch. Her back was straight
as q lance. The red feather In her
t0gue was no more jaunty than the
| set OF her small head and slenderl
shoulders. !,
But within she was craven. Ike
weeks OF voluntary imprisonment
In J. b. Hardiman.s Ryeneck house
had told on her pride. Day BY day
her bravado had Increased. And
her bravery had diminished.
The minor problems OF her pass
ing days didn't Uother her. She
knew just how to handle them.
From the oyster forks to the pre-
else infection with which to a.
dress q groom she WAS letter per
feet a. chatelsine Of her manse.
But they had not taught her 10
boarding school how to handle .
paying lover.
She killed the afternoon riding
| On q wooded road In WestcheSteI
she passed BY i've yards another
eQuestrienne. Both women wheel.
ed their mounts simultaneously. !;
Hello. Miss Brown!"
The cool voice was Nan A6au.s,
Barbara heard herself stammering,
From the Arst time since she had
absconded from West Corty.sev,
enth street 70 Ryeneck she recog!
ntzed the acute sensation Of actual
guilt.
Barbara's mount lifted its heae
and nozsled the elder woman'a
glove.
"She recognized me-" purrsd Nan
softly. I'VE used to be great pals
Barbara sought her casual, cor.
rect, amiable tone. She found her
self instead hurting:
Look here. Mrs. Adams! DOM
look at me that way!". She shook
her riding crop and her horse SHE'D.
She called across . widening space
between the mounts: Il don't know
what you we're to Hardiman. I'm
nothing to him." ~ !
my dear child" Mrs. Adams
was serene. ssYou mustn't excite
yourself nor the horses" ,
"You know what / meant" Barr
bara's voice lowered to an ugly
note. you'd mo- right to invite me-
as your guest and then walk out,
You've all tricked me-all OF You! .
whats It al about?" Nan in,
CURED. THE girl OF today IL really
too ingenious. Hut don't work M
frenzy. my dear. l shan't inter.
fere. you may be sure. rye always
let J. B. have what he wanted-as
long az he wanted it."
You think . I want your old
money bags?" painted Barbara. II
don't! / don't! Come back and
take him! I'm not as helpless 70
you al think I've got moneys
She laughed wildly. tive got =
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