The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-11-20
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was telling that story 10 tue prOSeCu.
tor, and how she'll feel every time
she sees him from now on"
that's So" said Eric. ~ hadn't
see men don't take those things 80
j seriously Is women. Probably the
prosecutor knows dozens Of women
in his own crowd who really do en-.
terrain nocturnal visitors and still
don't suffer any socially"
i Judith turned on him. "And so it
Is quite all right for him to class
| Mrs. Brown with those women7"
Nov, jade. don't be foolish. l
only meant that the prosecutors
! opinion doesn't matter q great deal,
for the time being. He'll keep 1t to
himself. / imagine he rather fell for
Mrs. Brown himself. And before
long ri have chance to correct his
impressions. So you see it's nothing
Judith smiled uncertainty. "wel,
that's true. And Of course, both she
haps more than we realize" She
glanced ct the bruised spot on his
brow, and then at his smiling green
eyes, and her face softened. Wom-
en- spoil you, Eric, and fear I'm as
bad as the rest"
Eric reached over and patted her
arm very lightly. "But they never
regret it, old DEAR"
p! They turned toward home, Eric
still putting calmly ut the pipe, and
Judith watching the fields and hills
whats your theory Of shea's
DEATH" Judith asked after while.
I'm not sure it was murder" said
Eric. 1T would have been quite
easy to- skid off the road over that
bank. stranger motor accidents hap
pen every dsy; Thatt one reason
spiracy asainst me. The dean was
out to get ME by hook or crook, and
Shea's death offered q chance. But
Z just wait. He'll get his"
Judith laughed. "He already has.
I guess. The police told him to get
out OF the She's case and stay out.
He'll be frantic to know why you
were released"
Eric chuck1ed. "Serves him right
if he finds out. But-l'm not salts
fled with letting the police crack
him down. shall have something
to say to the gentleman myself, one
Of these days, though may not say
it in so many words"
"If were you, l think I'd lie low
for q while now, Eric"
Eric smiled.
"Do you know" she said slowly.
bruise on your head didn't look like
one received by running into a door,
Eric. Are you sure you weren't in
a fight!'
II don't fight with my fists. old
dear. | don't have to-" he answered
loftily.
The river under the Strathmore
bridge CLEANED duly when Judith
4 stopped to look at It that afternoon.
There was thin film. of ice near the
bare brown banks. She, turned away
from it with q little shudder and
went on, past, the prim rows Of pro-
fessorial houses, until she came to
Here. too. the shades and FURNISHED
knockers Of the houses reflected the
calmly ordered lives Of their inhabi-
tants. -.
On the walk before Dean Browns
English cottage, Judith. paused, look
ing curiously' ut the koase front.
Every shade was down and the door
mat was placed primly against the
wall. ..4..s.s
! She went up the steps and
knocked, and could hear the sound
echo in the rooms within. For q
J moment there was silence. Then she
thought she heard footsteps. But
the sound turned out to be only q
; movement in the trees nearby.
With q curious glance at the win
dows, Judith tsrned away. y A little
: boy trundling wooden wagon up
the driveway next door called out to
her, There amt nobody at home"
Judith went down the steps toward
him.
"How do you know" she asked.
"'Cause l dropped my ball in their
] cellar window just now and rang
and rang and nobody came. Guess
that balls gone" Philosophical res
ienation. was on his childish face,
as he pulled the little cart on up
when Judith had last seen the
house, curls Of Christmas smoke
were hanging about its chimnsys
. and every window welcomed the
traveller with wreath. Standing
now, still and deserted, with every
blind drawn, it seemed % hopeless
and sodden a. . human being struck
down. by insapportable grief:
tue uttIS SuJvets SuOltn W8tkcu
} slowly down the path to the street.
Under the elms that lined the side
walk, she turned about for one last
look. She stood quite still, clasp
ing her hands, her eyes glued to an
upper window. -
For second, inst % she turned.
the white face Of the de9a's wife had
, appeared there. *ss..
), tie Be Centlnued.)
i Myra shows her claws Il the next
ehapter and events seem % polnt e
10 clash betweea Erie and Dr. Dorm.
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