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The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1928-01-07

Dance at Patterson hall to.
night.
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and the critical disapproval on
Uncle SherWood's. Junior was n
weakling, no doubt, but loyab1e:
she felt keen surge of SYM
pathy whenever she thought of
him. And wondered, rather
timidly, if she might not be able
to do something about the sitna.
tion. 1t was hard for her to keep
things like this.
Cosmo Snedden appeared after
dinner and Mary sent Blessing
for her wrap. After all, Daddy
Bill had wanted her to see what
life was like away from the farm.
That was why he had insisted
upon this visit. And she might
smiling at Junior who was to be
as we'll see 1t all, she told herself.
her escort.
She had visited restaurants and
night clubs, a dozen or more, in
the week just past. She had got
around to thinking that nothing
could be a surprise. But when
the limousine rolled up before
Spike O'Rourke's Family En-
trance" and halted there In the
smelly obscurity of the side street,
Mary felt a stab of apprehension.
Were not going here, Iris?
Why, it's dreadaully dingy--dirty
Junior laughed and lifted her
down the step. Latest thing In
high-class entertainment, Mimi
A pleasant little joint to get your
throat cut in. Keep an eye on
that handbag and duck II the
lights 60 out"
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lights had been struck behind
them. For once her bored indo-
lence was gone and all her move
ments were quick and abrupt.
This meant she was tremendously
interested; In the really short
time Mary had known her cousin
she had come to understand her
fairly well. Iris had heard OF
something novel and bizzare;
something which promised to sat.
isfy her never ending craving for
sensation.
But we've gone out every night
since I've been here, Mary pro.
tested. Wouldn't it be nice Just
to stay home and read2 I've
hardly seen Uncle Sherwood and
Aunt Julia. And I'd think you
would be tired. I"
Iris laughed and settled her
shoulder-straps before one of the
countless mirrors You are a.
country cousin. darling. Who do
YOU suppose stays home nights in
New York? Mothers got q date:
she's going In for some Yogi Or
something who reduces your hips
and rounds out your soul all in
a few magic passes. Dad'll go
back to the office. OF course
you're coming. Didn't / tell you
it's a new place? Everybody goes
there now. Do you like this tur-
quoise on me? Or Is II little
too--too--''
It's lovely. dear, Mary glanced
down at her own dress with a
bit of sigh 1t was velvet, the
exact shade of a yellow.brown
marigold. She had loved it out
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, out that June would be thief,
apart from any other angle.
He laughed grimly.
And while l was doing this,
my wife and that blackguard
were scheming to rob me! /
don't imagine that they thought
much about me. though"
What will you do?" the Padre
asked anxiously. II don't mean
about the divorce, Michael-but
what will you do in the immediate
future? Don't stay here. You
have thousand things to wound
you in this house-things that
will remind you of your loss.
Don't stay here
Michael looked at him and
then nodded.
II suppose you're right" he
began slowly. II don't think it
will make any difference where
| go, or what / do, though. for
wherever l go I shall see her. /
shall always be afraid / will
meet her-and that fellow. /
hope don't. / would not answer
for what these hands would do
to Dudley. But you're right,
Padre. No good my staying here
brooding."
And suddenly he picked up the
telephone to call New York
number.
I'm getting the captain of
my yacht" he explained to the
Padre. II gave him a. week off.
All, here he is! That you. Cap
tain shawn" And DR.. Borden
noticed that Michael injected
note of false gaity into his voice,
How soon can we be ready for
sea? Now don't give me all
those details. but give me speed.
What? Repairs? Listen Captain
repairs or no repairs, I am sail
ing for Africa for some big game
shooting a week from today. Put
on as many men as you like, but
be ready for Sea in a week-and
it's up to you to get it done"'
CHAPTER %
Monday was a quiet day for
Madge. Celeste was busy dress
making for a favorite doll. and
Madge was called IN as the expert
nnodiste from New York.
The next day, it was Martha
who suggested that they should
drive into town and have tea at
the hotel.
II have to do little shopping"
she explained, land Henry wants
me to bring out a package from
the hardware store.
"Oh, goody"' laughed Celeste.
81 can spend my dollar"'
Martha drove them in TO town,
parking the car on the old-fash-
ioned Main Street.
"Will you stroll about. dear,
and amuse yourself while / order
the groceries?" Martha asked
Madge. Keep Celeste with you
if you will"
IT am going to give you A soda,
Madge, out of my dollar" Celeste
Hospitality suggested.
You do it neXt time, darling,
MadEe smiled down on the child.
and together they made their way
to the soda fountain In a drug
store.
They were celebrating between
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"Nothin-'s the matter" Mich.
aeI heard his voice almost with
out recognizing it as his own.
"The world is full of truth and
beauty. Padre! There lie no such
thing as dishonest He laughed
wildly. He stopped and picked
up Madge's letter that had fallen
to the floor. Read this"
Wonderingly the old man ad-
justed his glasses and his mouth
took a firmer line as he read
what Madge had written.
MY boy.
There was silence between
them for a long five minutes,
that silence.
Sorry to have been dramatic,
Padre. A blow like that makes
a coward of a man-makes him
forget that other men have suf
fcred the same way. I've got
hold of myself now. Padre. but
/ can't pretend that it doesn't
hurt. You see-you see, | loved
her rather more than even 1
knew"
How can comfort you with
words?' the Padre fa1tered. You
know my heart bleeds with you.
Are you sure it's too late for us
TO do anything?"
She left on Tuesday" Michael
answered shortly. Besides, she
always had this fellow in her
consciousness! Blind fool that 1
was-why, Padre, it's almost
funny If it were not so tragic!
thought, fool that was, that
/ could snake her forget that fell
low-and then wondered at her
coldness to me! 1t was an in
sane experiment"
What will you do, my boy?"
Padre asked, a little helplessly.
"Do? Divorce her-naturally"
Michael got up and again he
paced the room. 1t was some
time before he replied. Then he
looked at his old friend, straight
in the face.
Il have my honor to consider.
She has done the one thing that
removes her beyond the pale.
Any man of honor would say
the same thing, as you will agree.
So" He paused, and then went
on: II hope there won't be a
great deal of publicity"
There must be publicity"
Michael almost groaned. How
could a Winchester escape it?
But nothing shall get out until
the case actually breaks in court.
The only people to know the
truth will be you and my law
yers." He broke off. Then went
on: Funny thing, but going
over to Europe, June Wilson was
on board. She confided in me
in her mad, modern way-and
of course, this is for you alone,
Padre-that she was desperately
in love with little EngHshman,
a married man. Asked my ad-
vice. / did not take up the
morals of the case except to ask
her If the mans wife loved him,
and on getting her reluctant ad.
mission that she did, pointed
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} the obvious attraction of a banana
split sundae and something equally
gooey, when a voice spoke to
Madge from behind her shoulder.
How do you do. Mrs. Winches.
ter! What brings you so far from
southampton or Newport"
Turning quickly, Madge per-
ceived the foolishly-smiling face of
Dick Leeds. She sprang from her
seat and led him aside.
Dick, do you still like me?"
Madge asked in low voice.
Why, Madge, don't you know
do?"
Then don't ask questions, be-
cause there Is a little difficulty
l can't explain at the moment.
But don't call me by my real
name. Either call me Madge or
Mrs. Dudley. It's a sort Of joke,
but" She broke off suddenly
as she saw Martha enter the
store.
AN old friend of mine. Dick
Leeds-Mrs. Ferris Madgeg in
troduced them. wondering il her
face were as pink from enbarrass.
ment as she imagined it to be.
We'll, it's nice for Mrs. Dudley
to meet someone" Martha said
with a smile. She's had no one to
talk to much, but me-"
Madge felt that Dick was thor.
oughly enjoying the situation.
Here was mystery for him, and,
of course, his tongue would start
wagging the moment he got back
to New York
He suggested all OF. them hav.
ing tea, and together they strolled
towards hotel, surprisingly up
to-date and comfortable for such
a little town.
Madge contrivcd to let Martha
and Celeste go few PAGES ahead
of them.
II haven't any time to explain
anything, Dick" she said in low
voice. But you heard of my
fathers death" / had to get away
from all the pomp and circum-
stances, and she plunged on awk-
wardly; hating herself for fibbing
and hating Dick for being the inno-
cent cause of it, II didn't want to
embarrass these sweet farmer folk
with all the magic of the Winches-
Ter name. 90 uOH let IL out.
She hurriedly caught UP with the
others, making further explanation
impossible.
The four of them found table
in the window of a charming res.
taurant. A radio was sending out
dance music from New York. Dick
began to explain that he was only
motoring through and had stopped
for some minor repairs to his car.
He seemed very interested in the
new-found mystery, and. at the
same time very impressed by the
tremendous Importance of Madge
since her marriage. He kept on
hesitating over her name, now call.
ing her "Madge" and then stutter.
ing over MRS. Dudley
Then he was talking of his own
affairs. .....
IF you would only let me do a
house for you, Mrs. Winchester,
er--er--Mrs. Dudley. ! mean" the
fool blundered. Il should simply
be made!"
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in Michigan but now she won
dered If it didn't make her look
more than ever like a sparrow in
contrast with the other girls
gorgeOusness. 1t seemed someway
too dependable. she thought dis
contentedly. Too much like her
self. She had sudden, unrea-
sOnable wish to be frivolous and
irresponsible like Iris, or like Aunt
Julia who fluttered here and there
and never caught up with the
thought ahead.
But she knew that she never
would be so. There was a phrase.
which had followed her all her
Il life; 1t always was on the lips of
those who admired and loved
her. "A girl like Mary" 1t
meant a great lot. of course;
things substantial and fine. But
she realized 1t also meant that
she never would dazzle anyone.
Dinner was long drawn out and
rather silent, with Uncle Sher-
wood kindly but preoccupied. send
ing a tight Tipped look occasionally
at Junior who kept his face down
and said nothing. Junior was
twenty, a year older than his sis
ter, and much like her excepting
that what was softly feminine in
her was merely weak in him. He
had an unhealthy pastiness of skin
and his lips hung loosely at the
corners.
Mary found 1t hard to under.
stand the feeling between this
boy and his father; the rather
cringing defiance on Juniors part
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II looks could have killed. Dick
would have been a dead man.
Madge went on talking feverishIy,
hoping that Martha had not heard
the slip. She looked at her out of
the corner OF her eye. and sighed
with relief as she s1w that Martha
was busy explaining to Celeste that
q little china bird was a salt
shaker.
But on the way home, and never
had Madge said good-by to anyone
more gladly than to the foolish
Dick. Martha made rather a pecu-
liar remark.
That young man seemed con-
fused"
"He's the biggest fool in the city
OF New York" Madge answered
vehemently. He used to think
himself in love with me. He called
re Mrs. Winchester because-be-
cause Winchester was my maiden
name" and Madge hoped that
Martha believed the fib.
The other drove in silence for
the road. Then. as they came down
the hill that led to the farm, s.11
turned for an instant to Madge.
I've. only known you for a little
time, Madge, she said sincerely.
But I've never known anyone I
liked better ON 30 short an ac-
quaintance. Ii ever you need a
friend, dear, you could call on me-"
There We're tears in Madge's eyes
as she fought down desire to con-.
fide everything in the sweet-faced
woman at her side, and she replied
huskily:
Thank you, Martha
She decided that she would have
to keep everything to herself until
she and Carroll were married.
Suddenly she realized that she
was unhappy--that it would have
been relief to confide in Martha.
How could 1t be that she was not
joyous? Had she not given up
everything TO obtain her hearts
desire, and was not Carroll now
her very own?
But this was absurd! She was
getting moody-just because so
many things had happened in such
few months, She must not be
so retrospective. but must take
all the joy In life as it came.
Another car was approaching
them with an apple-cheeked girl
at the wheel. Martha pulled in
to the edge of the narrow coun-
try road and called out gayly:
Want the whole road, Ethel?
How are things?"
Who is that?" Madge asked
idly. after the two cars had
passed.
"A sweet girl, but a silly one,"
was Martha's answer. "She. is
married to a farmer hereabouts
who is a bit older than she is,
but he is a genuine good sort,
and he worships the ground she
walks on. George Wentworth,
that's the husband. is perhaps
a bit stolid and quiet. but he
makes a good living, and every
thing he does Ii for Ethel. -"
To Be Continued Tomorrow
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Once inside. however, Mary
found the Emerald not so greatly
different from much more pre-
tentious resorts she had seen
downtown excepting in the matter
Of quality.
On Broadway the lights were
bigger and brighter and there was
shining napery and cleaning sill
yer and thin, sparkling crystal
for thin, golden wine. Here were
bare table.tops and stone heavy
glass and the sour reek Of thick,
spurious liquors. Downtown the
women wore sa lie and Paris mod.
els while here she saw dyed pelts
of vague character and gowns
OF no character at all.
This, she considered, was the
imitation of an imitation. 1t
mimicked Broadway and Broad
way aped something which didn't
exist
Partitions running half way up
divided sections OF the benches
along the walls so there were
small cubicles enclosed on three
sides but open to the square Of
dance floor. The party settled in
one of these booths, Iris glancing
about in a bright restlessness,
and Junior at once ordered whis-
key.
You know don't, Junior. And
/ think You oughn f.
And lemonade for the lady"
he called after the waiter. "Weil.
here we are. And IL you say this
Is thrill, Sis. ole kid"
It was then Mary caught flash
Of incredible relness and found
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How a Society Girl Came to
Love a Notorious Crook
By WINIFRED VAN DUZER

BY WINIFRED VAN DUZER
tAuthor Of THE Constant Flame THE Good Bad Girl
Thrill Hunters and other popular serials)
The Story Thus Far:
smith, young attractive daughter Michigan farmer
at
n the morning conscious q alien presence in the house ssing
the safe in which her aunt keeps her ewy She orders him TO
she insists hearing the story Of his life while she covers him with
hides the burglar behind curtain She allows him to GO telling him
probably
Mary taking Stunning" to the Emerald Cafe
NOLU Continue.
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Tneif eyes c1ashed but It was
the black ones which dropped
first. Some said that Clip Corsc
hadn't the making of q first.
class gunman.
81 was only aslxin'."
''Well, it Hoped, see?''
Yes 1t did!' Corso's, snarl
bared 4 half circle of narrow,
pointed teeth and his eyes gilt
tired like q snakes. But he
looked into the cold fury of the
face across the table and squirmed
backward, trying to grin. Don't
ret sure. Danny"
Hang me with the double cross,
you rat! ought t. plug your
Forget ii, Danny. Everybody
knows you're square. Have an
other drink"
The Spook took off his hat and
all the dingy light in the room
leaped to his head and burned
there in the intense redness Of
his hair. He was only partially
Modified, but he drank, neverthe-
less and grunted morosely. "A
girl with a gun put the cleaner
on rne."
A--a what? say, when did
Danny Mullins hack up for a
skirt? You kiddin'. Spook? Say"
Shut up, you, :
Mr.. Corso stole speculative
gIances at his leaders gloom and
held his peace. All about them
the Emerald was stirring. The
white-haired choreboy had settled
nake-shift order about: lights,
bleak at first, were beginning to
take on the gleam of paste jewels
and streaks Of color sprang out
like rouge on wasted cheeks
The place was coming alive with
the glitter of disillusioned eyes
awakening drearily from sleep
The glitter was callous and
bright when q half dozen girls,
all Of q type, tr0oped across the
cleared space in the center of the
floor and on to room at the
hack These were O'Rourke's
entertainers; cabaret performers
and hostesses" who danced with
unattached male patrons of the
place. They drew greetings from
Ccrso but the Spook ignored
them, disregarding even one who
hesitated at their table.
But she returned in a few mo-
fnenta having put herself into an
evening gown, green chiffon only
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herself looking straight into the
face OF her burglar. she saw
the long hands 80 tense on the
table before him. judged that he
was about to holt. Al taut,
shocked sensation made her
breath giddys and the room
whirled. She closed her eyes
waited for something to happen
hoped whatever Il was would
not be too violent.
But nothing happened. And in
-a minute she stole another look
and raw he was not going to
] bolt after all but was quite at
ease, talking to the girl in the
wilted green chiffon. When her
glance crossed his again he
seemed not to see her,
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A High Powered Narrative
OF Underworld Romance

Now the lights were dimnned
and a spot thrown upon the girl
In green who began to sing IN
. grooming voice.. rather throaty.
very sweet, which someway
clutched at Mary'a heart.
Junior felt the appeal. Mary
saw, sitting with his head drop
ped. eyes on the girl. she had
4 queer charm as she stood there
In the light; Mary thought her
like i sprite and wondered. One
dav she was to learn that Nell
Cody possessed that rare thing.
personality, and that she loved
to sing
TO Be Continued Tomorrow
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The Story Thus Far ::

slightly wilted and flounce or
two frayed like leaves of a flower
kept too long. Her face was a
clear. piquant oval under hair
like black wings folded on either
side. And her eyes, long-lashed
and arresting, were green as the
dress. but bit too hard, too
knowledgeable for girl 50
young.
Danny" she said
He turned toward her with a
swift, possessive gesture that sent
red creeping up her throat. She
sat down on the bench, flashing
a look OF triumph at O'Rourke's
scowl. The pianist, a muddy-faccd
youth with a cigarette stuck to a
corner OF his upper lip, was run
ming through the music of her
first song but she paid no heed.
Nell Cody. who belonged to the
Spook, was beholden to none save
him.
Danny, you gotta know. Coky
Jones was sneakin' around here.
He wants You to leave him come
back
I'll have no dam stir-bug
workin' with my gang"
Listen. Danny; he was full of
the stuff
''Yeh? You get this"
He didn't finish. She waited a
moment while his eyes narrowed
and his lips went taut- glanced
toward the door. A party OF the
fish-and-soup variety was arriv-
ing. the men very black and white
against the bright wraps of the
women.
They meant nothing to Nell.
But in one girl the Spook recog-
nized Iris Ring. The other was
the brown-eyed kid who had kept
him looking into gun-barrel
early that morning.
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CHAPTER S

When Iris caught her cousins
arm and whispered In a tense ex-
element that they were to spend
the evening hunting a new thrill,
Mary tried to find an excuse for
staying at home.
She knew what the evening
and indeed most of the night
would be like. Glare, restlessness,
noise which only initiated gayety.
toward the end weariness weigh.
ing like lead on the spirit.
But Iris glowed: her eyes,
Mary thought. looked as il small
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Evening star., 1928-12-21
MOTHER OF THREE
JAILED FOR DRINKING
Woman, 80, Accused by Father of
Addiction-Gets 80 Days
and $100 Fine.

Arrested early this morning on a
warrant for intoxication sworn out by
her father, Mrs. Marion Stoker, 80
years old, mother of three children, liv-
ing at the Portner Apartment, pleaded
guilty before Police Court Judge Isaac
r. Hit today and was sentenced to 80
days in Jail and to pay $100 fine. In
default of payment of the fine, she must
serve so days additional.
John L. Byrne, the father. testified
that his daughter had been addicted to
liquor for the past two years and "he
was just about at the end of his rope
and knew of nothing else he could do"
Mrs. Stoker, who has been arrested on
a like charge on several other occasions,
pleaded guilty and implored Judge Hit
to give her another chance. The judge
refused, but :ntimated that he may
suspend portion of the sentence.
On her previous appearances in Po-
lice Court her father has interceded
for her and obtained personal bonds or
suspended sentences. She was arrested
this morning by Policeman w. E. Dun
gan of the eighth precinct, who re-
sponded to a call from Byrne that his
daughter had come home intoxicated.
The warrant for her arrest alleges that
she was drunk on November % and dis
turbed many of the occupants of the
apartment house. Mrs. Stoker lives
with her father at the Portner, and the
three children will be left in his care
while she Is serving the sentences - .
Evening star., 1928-12-21
TWO MEN GIVEN 80 DAYS
IN PAPER RACK THEFTS
Woman Forfeits $40 Collateral.
Police Claim Bribe Offered
for Release From Arrest,

Alleged by two policemen of the
eighth precinct to have taken a news
paper from rack near Eleventh and
U streets. Margaret Harris, colored, 35
years old, of the 1900 block of u street
is said by the officers to have offered
them bribeS totaling Sc to release her.
At the station house she deposited $40
collateral, which she forfeited in Police
Court this morning.
Policemen o. F. Beale and E. A.
Fuller say they saw the woman take a
paper from the rack and fail to de-
post money. They arrested her, and
she is said to have first offered a dol
lar to Beale and then SIS to Fuller If
they would consent TO release her. They
refused.
Two of the most drastic sentences
vet meted out in Police Court for paper
thefts were imposed today by Judge
Robert E. Mattingly, who sentenced two
colored men to 80 days each in Jail.
They were General Grant Walker, Al
wears old. DefreeS street, and Eagle Nc
Elmore, 18 years old, of the 100 block
of Tenth street.
Walker was arrested at North Cap
itol and H streets by Policeman George
Helmuth of the sixth precinct, and Nc
Emore at Eleventh and u streets by
Policeman Fuller.
Fuller also arrested Rosie Smith, COL
ored of the 1860 block of Valley street
on a charge of stealing a 2-cent paper
She forfeited $40 collateral.