The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1927-03-10

, strike. She's all for plain living
and high thinking, and look where
she lives! Five maids, cook aud
u chauffeur. And clothes! Lizzie
struck luck when she married
Mannheim"
Il know Mrs. Mannheim" Ned
said. to Dabbs' complete astonish-
Inent. and Ned's voice was hard.
I'D rather 90 to her kitchen door
with groceries any day than to her
front door. Who started this blot
on the landscape2"
Dabbs visiblt started. He shot a
quick glance at Ned. but the
younger man did not notice the
look.
Isn't blot on the landscape q
little strong!" he inquired anxious
~. You see, I'm the agent for the
man who bought the land cheap.
and thought lid make good In
vestment as an exclusive residence
place. He had q good architect
come down here. who was crazy
about remodeling old houses. and
soon Mr.. Mannheim and a man
called Green got interested, and
they brought the rest here"
Il suppose" Ned began renec-
lively, as though he had scarcely
been listening. that Mrs. Mann
helm thought she could get togeth-
er set of her own down here. and
drag Mannheim away from his
friends"
Don't know" Dabbs answered,
little bewildered at Ned's init
mate knowledge Of these people.
That's Green's house over there.
among the trees. where we're 60
Ing next. Green's q character. He
can talk white into looking black.
and the other way round. He was
q professor, Of something or other,
In some college. Hes In Russia
noW.S
"Who has the house now?"
Don't just know 1t was rented
by the New York agency when I
was away. l didn't see the name
Sims put on the order, 50 can't
tell you whether its money or just
views, but should think 1t would
be money and views. Sometimes.
you know. q regular family, just
looking for peace and quiet, land
here. But It's generally one Of the
same"
He paused. "Jiminy! I've never
talked so much to anyone before.
OF course, being agent for the prop
erty. ] have to keep my mouth shut.
But what would you do? Turn
them out? Aren't they safer here
than In some other place? Peace
Valleys slow moving"
He looked appealingly at Ned, for
evidently that blot on the land
scape" ranked.
Ned said nothing. He was frown-
ing. staring straight ahead Uf him,
seeing nothing. Dabbs. giancing at
him, puzzled. explained further:
"Of course, I've only given you my
idea Of them. Id not set you
against them for anything. In fact,
they might amuse you"
'"rhey wouldn't" Ned interrupt
ed vehemently. II don't want to
know Them"
The wagon gave Anal lurch "a
they turned the corner near the
Aannheiln's back gateway. A slen-
der blonde girl came through the
wrought iron gates ut u breakneck
speed. pulled along by an Infatuated
young collie on leash. Neither the
girl. nor the dog seemed able to
stop. and Jenny would not.
Horse. dog and girl seemed 40
one In the cloud Of dust that en-.
yeloped them.
As Dabbs pulled at the reins, Ned
Jumped over the side OF the wagon
and landed at the girls feet.
"Peter!" she shrieked. my pre-.
cious dog! My Peter! You've killed
him."
."D-n Peter" Ned muttered sui
lenly. what are you doing here.
DOrOthy?"
The girl. looked at him amazed.
then at the wagon and Mr.. Dabbs,
who had kept his seat and regained
control over the horse. Peter, who
had not been killed. doubled back
and was now covering against the
girl. growing.
Dabbs quietly descended and took
the box containing the Mannheim
order from the back Of the wagon.
Ned turned abruptly, went toward
the wagon and climbed to the seat.
I'LL deliver the order at the next
house. Uncle Claude, and come back
for you," he announced, and was
gone before Claude could protest.
The girl, her attractive face
painted like bisque doll, stood
staring at the rapidly disappearing
wagon. Claude. wisely concluding
that he had nothing to keep him.
shouldered the box and went to.
ward the house.
When he returned, q few minutes
later. the girl was, still standing
there. holding the dog and blocking
his exit. Dabbs could seer at once
that he was not to escape easily.
Nice boy. Ned."- Dabbs re.
marked warlly.
'Uncle Claude the girl ex.
claimed actusingly. Are You the
late Mrs. Rangeley's brotherr
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