The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-06

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think Of tonight IS the happiest in
your life" John Meredith's arm
nc ID. Judy, darling. Surely you
| can understand that in all my miser-
able existence / never before have
/ had the Joy Of looking into eyes that
miehN love me. You do love me q
little, do you not I" He stopped and
looked at me wistfully.
"What do you mean, Cherry -
Faith knelt by the bed and took the
shaking little body into her arms.
"He's in love with you." Cherry
put her arms around Faiths neck
and buried her face against Faiths
breast. "You don't think sou and
Bob Hathaway are the only ones in
| the world that can be noble do you
/ had to make him think I despised
him, SOS he wouldn't go on sacrifice
ing himself for me-. couldn't take
him, Faith, after you were 50 good
to me. I'm no <ood, Faith, but I
love you lot"
Once again that daG Faith told a
lie for Cherry's sake. told it gallant
", with a gay voice, riuDlcd with
Laughter, that tore at her throat like
sobs: "You darlin" little goose! Pm
not in love with Bob Hathaway! I'm
Pm thinking Of marrying George
Pruitt. HI asked me today"
REALLY, Faith! Honestly" Cher
| ry's whole face was suddenly ra-
diant, her eyes like yellow diamonds,
as she stared up into her sisters
face.
ayes, really" Faith nodded, but
she could not meet the glad brilliance
Of Cherry's eyes. "But don't say .
word about it to mother and dad.
couldn't leave mother while she's so
| sick--wc may be engaged for years,
you know-if take him. Don't you
think he's nice r
The radiance died slowly out Of
Chcrry's face. .You don't sound
right. she said slowly. "Oh, Faith,
don't 60 on forever being q self
sacrificing angel! You're lying to
me! You're crazy about Bob Hstha-
/ and he doesn't love me-any more.
I could get him back but I won't try.
want you to have him, even il 1t
breaks my heart" -
"Don't be little idiot" Faiths
] voice was husky with tears. "We're
4 fine pair-swapping Bob Hatha-
way back and forth between us, AZ II
|. he had nothinss to say in the matter.
+. Sit still on. my knees, now, and let
/ me cold cream your face-your ador-
able, naughty little face that will yet
you into trouble rs long rs you live!
When Cherry WAS snuggled
] drowsily into her pillows, Faith tip
tosd to her own room utterly weary,
her heart 80 tired with emotion that
It felt incapable Of hope Or sorrow
or pity or love. [.
/ she stood for q moment, before
beginning to undress, at the open
window, through which flut&ered the
first chlll breeze Of autumn. As she
stood inert, too tired to move, she
was suddenly aMare Of . negr0's
voice. lifted to the stars in happy,
: when g ri! j. called up yondah
Faith smiled and leaned out Of the
window to watch thu big body Of the
singer lurching down the street. .
"And dc saints and de sinners shall
be painted right and left"
"Saints! Sinners!" Faith Whispered
the words. How could = just God
ever divide His children into "sin-
ners" and "saints"f There was {
sinner in all Of ". she irsflected. and
= saint. Cherry had shown the saint
Ia shy, clipped-winged little saint
that hid in her sinful. selfish young
heart, when she mad spat these ven.
omous words at Bob Hathaway--for
one knew SO well rs Faith that an
envious-hearted,a evil-4empered little
dwarf Of i Ainner dweltsin the depths
Of her own being, although the fam
lily, il they had been called upon 20
Judge, would have called her their
Saint"
"Sinner and saint" Faiths tired
mouth stirred inS e,sfNipt *,snaile'
"Thcre amt no ae mi .als7 seps-
rately. We're al bot fnce there
was no one to ovsSAeaf ~ didn't
natter that her saIs 4. = g! q ~ not
The next morning m ~ start
ing 80 school. Junior II ha saway
early on . tour Of C. III with
his Atraveling store" Gtomobile
accessories, Mrs. Lane niring 81
most constant attentionsl INT Hattie
visiting to help ont, and the house
10 be kept quiet 80 that Mr.. Lane
| could snatch n much.nceded nap
after his al1-night vigil. Faith h&d
little time TO brood = ss.,.:-ss 80
At two o'clock. 81 the afternoon
Bob Hathaway telephoncd, asking
her n she could take time of that
evenin~ from nursing her mother "a
drive with him for m hour. Hii
voice was pleading. even tender.
| @l'm sorry, Bob, but I'm afraid
can't ret away" She forced hel
voice to be casually regretful. "Call
me up again goOn."
| The angry snap of his receiver
upon It's hook was, strangely enough,
as sweet to her ears a1.a bar Of
exquisite music
! She was dishing supper that eve
ming when Cherry stSo1l9d into tn
kitchen with elsborates nomchalanee,
her left hand ostentatl support
ing her chin, q thst s.Auge diamond!
ON her slim tAird finger winksd and
twlhkled ike IN Imprisoned star.
ACherryl Wksfe % eaIthf' Faith
| sse.do1n i dis1 ~ Irish stew - hard
4 that The steamine stuff slopped over,
"Oi6 Mr.. Clu1Y Yields 4 wlekld
j check doesnt he - She laughed
harsh. nieteel - l46ea
4 ing-Id rsthe4a wv 4n4p1s
\ DARLING than 8nkxl.1
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