The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-09-20

port, on which Chester Hart lolled
ut ease. was stunning her ukulele
and singing, in q small, sweet STAG
cato voice, THAT Certain Party"
Faith was dressed in her freshly
Numbered last summers white
crash. embroidered in q barbaric de-
sign with purple and green wool.
Cherry wore an accordion. pleated
white crepe de chine skirt, with o
golden. yellow silk smock. that in
tensified the brilliant, copper-and-
gold Of her hair and almost exactly
matched the topaz Of her eyes.
Chester Hart, little embarrasse
and apologize, in spite of his appar-
ent ease, watched both sisters, his
pale gray eyes appealing and
ashamed when they rested on
Faith. eager and covetous when they
caught the fire from Cherry's bril-
liant eyes.
Say. girls" Chester began eager
~, when Cherry had finished her
song. II met George Pruitt on my
way out here this evening, and he
asked me il he could come along
later. after supper, and go to the
movies with US. What d'you say
Georges dandy sport. Just come
back from New York. He was
studyin' to be an artist, but his old
man made him come back to work
in the store. You know--Pruitt's
Wholesale Grocery on Market
Street."
"Oh. Chester. how thrilling! The
son Of the Lincoln Fruits! Why
they're millionaires! You old dar.
ing!" Cherry rumpled Chester's
smooth brown hair with excited fin
gers. He caught her hand with
clumsy bravado, started to kiss heI
rosy fingers, then, with a shame.
faced glance at Faith, who turned
her head quickly away. he slapped
her hand lightly instead.
| Nov, Cherry. don't you be up to
/ no tricks with George! He's seen 'em
all-swellest chickens in New York
! and he says real live models don't
.. give him q, kick. I sprt&, thought
you'd like him, Faith. You-you're
| always wantin, somebody that car
swing q mean line o highbrow talk.
He's been tp college and to arr
school--sold = coupla pictures. too,
Thanks, Chester. for the dona.
A -
smile. Why had she been 50 angry
boy away from her? He had bored
for someone who could really talk
luke" to the davenport and excited
.Come along! Oh. wouldn't i be
L fseM hAe snA
ter! Tell him to- won't you
|! what" She lowered her. voice mys-
at the stocky, stolid-f faced youna
On the gravel walk. Chester, with
his friend. "Hello, George! How's
the old sport? Wantcha to meet
Miss Cherry Lane! Betcha amt Tot
Follies girl in all, New York can
hold q candle to her!"
George Pruitt, rugged, broad, a.
most squat, snatched his hat from
his thatch of rust.red. hair, and
twinkled his small, bright black eyer
at Cherry. .s.
"It's great Of you to let me butt
in like this!" he told her, % they
stepped up on the porch.
Cherry introduced him hprriedly
to her mother and father, then
tugging at his arm with . pretty
show Of excitemsnk. pulled him into
the living room. Faith rose, hel
splendid body seeming very tall be.
side her fiuetering little sisters
This q Faith. Mr.. Pruitt. Heav.
ens!, I almost called you George!
Aren't ] . case? Faith IL my dar.
ling big sihter." From her tone you
would have thought she was ten and
Faith ut least. thirty.
But George Pruitt was staring in.
/ credulously ct Faith.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed. II
didn't know they grew them like you
any more, Miss Lane!"
Ito Re Continued.)