The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-11-01
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!, "Oh, my sainted aunt" Long
Lane snatched up the first news Sec
ton Of the bulky Sunday paper from
; the dining table which Faith was set
/ ting for breakfast.
!. Here's Cherry, big a. life and
twice as handsome, right spang in
! the middle Of the front page! And,
gosh. this photo Of old Monkey. Gland
Cluny musta been taken twenty five
yours ago! Don't ne look noble! Hey,
Cherry!" he bawicd, "come see how
| it feels to be famous!"
Don't tease her. Long," Faith
begged, looking at him imploringly
with tear-reddened eyes. The violet
smudges left BY . sleepless night lay
like the very shadows Of tragedy
upon. her pale ivory cheeks. And
| FOR heavens sake, don't make any
! wise cracks before Dad and Mother
| about it. Dad looks as il the miscr.
able business is killing him by
inches!" 49,
"You woke me. up, Long" Cherry
appeared at the dining room door.
With her glorious, tousled mop of
copper-and-gold curls, her sleep-dew.
ed golden eyes and her sleep flushed
apricot cheeks, she looked like an
| adorable, innocent child. "What'a
the racket? Oh, the paper! Give II
to mel" She was galvanized into
action; sleep was completely routed
from the misty topaz eyes, which
blazcd with excitement.
(which picture did they use! Oh!
They did take that one with the rose.
Didn't it come out we'll? Oh, dear,
| there's smudge of ink under my
right eye, but It really looks like q
beauty spot, doesn't it? Heavens!
1 What enormous headlines! You'd
think I'd committed murder or
somethinei FAMOUS ATTORNEY
TO WE'D FLAPPER BEAUTY Gee,
bet that'll make dear old Ralph
froth at the mouth. 'Flapper beau.
ty'," she giggled. "And more head
lines under that-'Ralph Winston
Cluny, former district attorney
former state Senator and noted Grim
inal lawyer, confirms engagement ia
beautiful .stcnographer. Indignant
relatives Of rich and. aged fiance re-
fuse to believe news. Confirmation
also comes from humble Myrtle
street home of titian-haircd beauty"
Cherry read on, excitement making
her voice shrill. "Wcll, I like that!
Humble Myrtle Street homc'!"
well, it amt palace" Long
swung a chair to the table and reach
cd for the bowl Of corn flakes. "In-
| wife the reporters out to sec the new
| wallpaper and the brides on the win
dow curtains, and that rug I bought
and the red and black painted furni-
ture," he suggested. chuckling wick
eddy. KNOCK their eyesout! Maybe
they'll get you to write articles for
the Home Beautiful section Of the
Sunday paper. How dollcd up my
parlor to catch a rich husband he
went on, grinning widely and with
out malice. "Hey. Faith, call this
cream? It's positively blue!"
1--WE can't afford cream for the
cereal. SKINNED off the top Of the
bottle for the coffee" Faith answered
hoping to divert his attention from
Cherry. whom she expected to see
burst into tears of humiliation and
despair at any moment. !.
But Cherry showed no signs of
tears. Her cheeks were glowing rich
|3y with xcitement, and her shining
eyes kept darting back for another
glimpse Of the two-column portrait
Of herself In the middle Of the front
page. She gave hardly a glance ut
the picture Of the old man, one-col-
nmn cut centcred below her own
lovely face.
"Well. can you beat this?" she
| calculated, looking up from her swift