The Bismarck tribune., 1929-04-18
Z RUTH
DEWEY GROVES

material things" she pleaded. I'm
so tired cf people who have every
thing. That's not what matters. IT.
something you feel. Don't you fee
anything, Steve, darling!"
Il feel like a cad," Stephen sale
honestly. I'D no idea =. ="
"ThAt doesn't excuse you," Pa
mcla retcrtcd, quick to take advant'
age of his weakening. He WASN'T
going 10 lose his head in 4 moon mist
she saw that. but X he felt apollo.
Cetic he must feel 4 sense Of guilt
With that to SO o., she had plenty.
"unlcss you're the sort who rushc,
a girl without meaning anything" she
went on, (which wouldn't be an cx.
cusc, either. Only an explanation. Ot
course, il you arc that kind ;"
Stephen wondered vaguely when he
could have been said to have rushed
Pamela. 1t seemed to him he'd
say.
She was laughing at him, but hav-
ing no sleeve to receive the sound,
she kept it back of her pouting. half
parted rcd lips. She had him going,
she told herself cxultantly. He was
half bcwildcrcd now.
Are you that kind?" she chal-
lengcd, bringing her head around
until she looked full into his eyes.
mo. Of course I'm not Stephen
denied, as vchemcntly as though he
had been accused of some heinous
offensc.
"Then what were you doing?" Pa
mcla asked. her lips beginning to
quiver threateningly.
why =. why Just Just
"Just playing with me?" Pamela
put in before he could express his
modern day thought that marriage
was no longer taken for granted be-
tween two eligibles simply because
they were fond of each others COM
pany. She was certain he must have
some such thought in his brain that
would get out if she gave it an op-
portunity. She had to keep him be-
fuddled.
Suddenly she dropped down into his
arms and began to cry. Pamela cry
ing! The girl Of orchids and sap
phires. The girl of ermine and pearls.
The girl Of silks and sables. Crying
in his arms like heartbroken child.
Stephen gulped. His arms tight
cned about her. She was soft and
warm and fragrant. He felt as if
he'd been given glimpse Of the pri-
vate life Of an unhappy princess, a
princess that he "a never thought Of as
being altogether the same as other
people. Possessing an honest-to-
goodness heart, for instance.
He pulled her up to him and bent
his head over her. Then he drew q
deep breath. Ordinarily Stephen
hated perfume. But was this ex-
quisite scent perfume at all? Or was
it just the aroma Of Pamela's mode
of life? Just a natural part Of her
charm?
He was tangled in the golden snare
that Pamela had baitcd with tears
And when Pamela put up her lips and
he kissed her he was lost.
- = =
Back in the Judson hotel, in a room
that housed a raging wolf-man, q pic
ture that approximated that scene ir
the taxicab was everywhere. Where.
ever the man looked the fever Of hi
tortured jealousy conjured up girl
with honey hair in the arms Of hel
sweetheart.
For Huck Connor had taken Pa.
mela's announcement as true. II
would have surprised him as much
to oknow that it wasn't 50 at the time
she said it was as it surprised Ste.
phen to find it an accomplished fact
He went at last to the telephone
and picked up the receiver, light Of
hard purpose glinting in his narrowed
black eyes. "See if you can locate Mr.
Harold Judson, please, and ask him tt
call my room," he told the switch
board operator when she answered
his signal. "Mr. Connor speaking.
His voice was as cold as ice, but
courteous, giving no hint Of the blaz
ing ilnpatience that had come to hin
with his decision to see Pamela,
brother and force the boy into oppos
ing her engagement to Stephen Ar
mitage.
Harold was 1ound IN tne olnlni
room' smoking over an NJ, untoucnet
piate OF nors aoeuvle' wnen 11uc1
message was oeiivereo ne gave ON!
slight outward sign @ MS reactiol
20 lt.nls fingers cuIleo over l nll
Of the flame. Then he dropped it Of
isay; siSe. Mildred had tried to pry hi
secret from him Haroli had beel