The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-09-10
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CHAPTER XIII

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CHAPTER XIII
The policeman was Big Tim Dug
gan. the night patrolman. Molly and
he were old friends. but now be
greeted her differently.
Why. TIM" she exclaimed. What
under the sun Is the matter?'
He designated Bob with q Jerk of
his huge. grizzled head.
The gentleman says you're keep
ing his daughter against his viii, Miss
Burnham."
Bob Newton. arc you crazy She
wheeled furiously on him. You
ought to Be ashamed Of yourself.
What's the matter with you anyhow.
But Bob preserved a frozen silence.
Red was scowling menacingly. and
Molly saw that hts fists we're clenched.
She laid her hand on his arm.
You keep cut Of this. Red she
ordered.
Then she spoke again to Officer
Duggan.
ITS quite true. Tim. that I have
Mr.. Newton's little girl here. You
know Rita. MI. Newton is her father.
When Mrs. Newton died. she asked
me to take her baby. MI. Newton
surrendered her Of his own volition.
I've had her ever since. I've never
tried to keep her away from him. It
isn't true that ! have her against his
viii. He has been coming here when
ever he chooses. TO see the child. and
to be my guest. Our relations have
always been perfectly friendly"
The big policeman scratched his
head.
Its none Of my doines. Miss. The
gentleman says you've his child. and
he comes to the station house. look
ing for a warrant. Seeing as I knew
you. I comes. friendly like. TO see
what the trouble is"
"Newton's crazy injected Red.
That's al the trouble. Tim"
i told sou to keep out OF this re-
peated Molly sternly.
She ignored Bob. who stood In the
doorway. twisting his hat awkwardiy.
What u I refuse to give her up.
Tm?'
You'd have to show good reason.
There.d be q hearing before Z judge.
and you'd both have a chance to tell
your stories"
But I mean tonight. You're not
asking me to wake the poor child at
this time Of night. and give her to Mr..
Newton. 10 take God-knows-where.
It's the most idiotic thing ! ever
heard"
"Twouid be much more sensible
non il you two could get together"
suggested Duggan peaceably. and
argue it out between the two Of you.
There's nothing to be gained By run
ming TO the Judge with your tale. Sure.
and the child is his
Shes mine. contradicted Molly.
He gave her TO me-
TO Be having for q little while"
soo:hed DuegAn- And sure you
want 70 keep the little angel. which
is cniy nature. God knows For shes
Is pretty = one as ever ! saw"
Molly turned her back square!y On
Bob.
Ask him. she directed the police
mar. If ! may keep her tonight, and
II he will come tomorrow 70 talk
things ove-."
You heard her. Mr.. Newton. Be
q good lad now. and lets have no
more talk this night. For Miss Burn.
ham Is 4 fine little lady. and you
shouldn't be breaking her poor little
heart
They waited. like actors in . drama,
for Bob's arswer. Officer Duggan
drew his shaggy gray brows together.
frowuiug. Molly bent to = bowl OF
flowers on the table, twisting their
blossoms this way and that. Reds
fists were still clenched. and he glAyed
at Bob Ike IN animal that seeks to
hypnotize before 1t springs.
Bob bowed He wA6 locking at
Molly. but she kept her back to him.
II ! hare Mis- 9unhAm's prom.
ise 70 see me Tomorrow. and conclude
the matter ct that time. be said.
Molly raised her bad, and returned
his sase steadily.
AT three O'Clock che said.
Then she spoke % Officer Duegan
again. explaining Reds presence.
..lGr. Hymns mother died tonight,
Tim Ne ZANE 70 ten me about IT,
And she Ms ailing long. the pooe
wcman?. inquired the BIG policeman
Enthusiastically. Nay God hare
mercy "a her soul"
Shed Aeen sick . long time" Rcd
tod him. 'GhGs better IT nov. Tim.
hob had steppod quietly Into the
hall. and non 00eean followed him.
Good night. Miss DurnhAm- 9ogTy
to hare troubled you. I'll ~ = 1T q
. prayer this night for you and the
little one"
III you'd uae your niehtstick non
"a Newton suggested nd. 1t would
- more 70 the paint. Tim"
nut Molly closed the docr on his
blasphemy.
.You "a. ton. Red" she commanded.
IT would y Just Ike lob to skulk
around here al night. III order the
flowers In the morning and Jon can
reach Ne 81 phone. Y there's anything
I can -"
WIN yea . . The funeral'- he
asked..
n ycu want MI to- xhe promised.
-p0or der 2ed! You came here fcr
gmpothg. ~ bompod into cne q