The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-01-27
COLONEL MITCHELL RESIGNS FROM THE ARMY
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halcd very slowly. Henry Rand was
indulging in his daily bid for health.
Three blocks from the car line he
turned off the sidewalk in front Of
= little white house Of "Dutch Colon
ial" design. A walk made Of planks
some two feet in width marrcd the
appearance Of an otherwise perfect
lawn and cOntrastcd sharply with
the neat cement walks Of his next
door neighbors. Az he opened the
front door he pulled out his watch.
Fright on time. Martha" he m.
nOunced as he hung hat and coat
in the closet off the vcstibulc. He
| limped into the kitchen. "Quarter
to six" he proclaimed. "Old RcliaS
Bile himself"
"Just chase yourself out Of the
kitchen, Henry Rand. You're in the
) way" Martha Rand was STOPPING
before the gas oven. basting roast.
She kept right on, without once
turning her head.
Henry Rand bent over and kissed
her on the ear. 1t disarranged her
neatly arranged hair, sandy colored
but streaked here and there with
gray.
"Wherc's Janet?" he asked.
| "She's in the dining-room setting
the table. or was few minutes ago.
Don't bother me-
The sound oof piano, well played.
| came from the living-room.
"She's probably forgotten to set
! the table," grumbled Henry Rand's
wife. II suppose I'll have to do it
myself"
| Henry Rand had walked into the
dining room. mo such thing" ne
called back. 1.-THE tables all set. My
dear, you'd do we'll to have little
more confidence in the members of
your family"
He walked through the wide door
way between dining and living rooms.
The girl at the piano looked up to
receive his paternal kiss. Hello,
Dad"
"Evenin,' Janet. What's this you re
playing? MacDowell's Woodland
Sketches? Something new? Sounds
like good stuff"
! His daughter rose from the piano
bench to take off the apron that COW
! cred her dress.> When she stood, her
gray eyes, set wide apart. were quite
on level with her fathers. Her
dark brown hair was bobbed and
curly, her face quite devoid Of color
except for the redness of her lips.
Her straight nose enhanced the
seriousness of her face.
She smiled. Eyes. 1t is well thought
of; and quite difficult to play if you
ask me-"
Henry Rand patted her shoulder.
"Nothing's too difficult for you,
honey. Schubert, Lizst. Rachmann-
off--cvcn this guy. what's his
name?"
Il hope you're not referring t."
Brahms. Dad"
"That's the bird"
She made mock curtsy. "Thank
you. kind sir. Suppose you study
MacDowell while help mother
"Jimmy home YETI" he called af-
ter her.
"Nopc."
The front door banged shut. II am.
hall. "Dinner ready?"
you'll wash your face and hands
before you sit down to the table,
James Rand" 1t was Martha call
ing from the kitchen.
allow old do you think am.
| Mother, seven?" A tall. broad shoul-
dered young man. gray-eycd and
straight nOsed as his sister, leaped
into the kitchen, seized his mother
| in his arms and kissed her. He
ducked to avoid her slap, and plump
cd into Janet, who seized him by
the hair.
"Cut it out, Sis. or I'll muss your
permanent wave." He ran past her,
shouted . greeting at his father and
dashed up the stairs.
In the bath room he Invested him
self of his shirt and diligently
scrubbed mis- face and hands. The
|athletic-cut underwear revealed slim
but powerfully muscled arms. His
face dried, he rubbed his fingers ex.
|perimentally over his lean jaw, and
fingered close-cropped brown mus
itache.
"Cood enough" he remarked. Re-
treating to his bed room he care
fully combed and brushed his hair.
parting it on the side. Like his sis
tiers. his hair was brown. but it was
quite straight and came down on the
forehead in e widows peak
BY the time he had nut on clean
lshirt dinner was on the table and
the rest Of the Rand family waiting.
Henry Rand, with = preliminary
sahem," said grace. He said it
rather pompously, in . slow. meas
ured voice, hanging on each syllable
as il he were reluctant to finish. J,
"Well, I see the sheik is all slicked
up" Janet, turning toward her
brother, made gesture as If she
were smoothing down her hair.
"Don't be young. Miss Rand, re-
torted Jimmy. ~
"If the young man would time his
arrival q few minutes earlier" re-
marked Henry Rand, "he wouldn't
have to break his neck to clean up
in time for dinner" ),
"Oh, you and your punctua!.tv.
with baked potato. -
"Punctuality." answered the elder
Rand. .ais virtue. have never
been late for work in my life. ex-
cent on che few occasions when the
street cars were tied up. Eight
thirty finds me ct my desk. And
quarter to six finds me home.
| like dinner served at six, and who
ever is late should go hungry.."
"Twenty-nine years Of it." OBJ
served Mrs. Rand. a fleeting smile
li1hted up her sharp. features. She
turned her pale blue eyes toward
| Jimmy. l"I sometimes wonder what
form OF murder your father would
commit ON me il happened to be
late with his, diRnerr
"Twenty-nine years, en-" mused
Jimmy. "And | hope you haven't
| forgotten that memorable day ~
years ago tomorrow"
The elder Rand paused in the. act
Of buttering : piece OF bread. "Your