The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-04-13
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DEWEY GROVES

who cares . damn about me. But
I can't tell you anything more. SO
please don't ask me-"
Mildred drew In = long breath. I
see" she said slowly: there l. some.
thing or someone who has
. stlenccr on YOU. And there Is moth
ing, nothing at all that I can do to
help your"
"You can lend me your moral cour-
age Harold told her eagerly. TT
does mo good just to be with you,
Mildred"
"Yet you don't trust me-
Don't say that. You couldn't help
me even II I told you everything, so
what's the use"
Perhaps, II you knew that I can
guess who Is at the bottom Of this
-" She paused and Harold flashed
her . quick uneasy glance. "That It
is Huck Counor," she went on stead
lily, you would tell me more"
Harold paled even beneath his un-
healthy pallor. He started two or
three times to speak and each time
stopped himself. Finally: ''Well."
he admitted. II am worried about
Huck. He-he's paying too much at
tention to Pamela"
"Oh," Mildred breathed easier. She
believed that Pamela was better able
to take care Of herself than her young
brother was.
This past week." Harold went on,
you've been away from the hotel, OF
course, else you'd have known about
1t. They've been everywhere together.
And can't bear to see Pamela with
him. She's = little fool. selfish and
bard Is nails. but think lot Of her.
Mildred ="
Cant you stop It, Can't you cable
your father?"
mo. I don't dare mean :"
He stopped In confusion, ana Mildred
saw that haunted look Of deadly fear
again In his eyes. Then he turned
upon her, almost In anger. "See what
your meddling has done?" he cried.
Let it alone, will you? tell you
can't talk. ] can't interfere"
Mildred looked ut him rs though
he had turned into m utter stranger
before her eyes.
Pam would >. make mo pay for
It," he said lalnely and Mildred knew
that he lied.
She felt 20 sorry for him her heart
ached. *Don't worry 80 much." she
said haltingly. Pamela can look
after herself"
"You don't know Huck Conner"
Harold replied and his hands ut the
steering wheel showed white Is bones
at the knuckleS. Mildred could guess
that no gripped It so to still their
trembling.
She changed the subject then; tried
to take his mind off Huck and Pa
mela. Something must b done for
him. though. She would think it
over until Monday. Then, IL she
thought best. she would 60 to Mr..
Daxel.
But by Monday she was uncertain
as to the best course to follow. Harold
had called her meddler. She didn't
like that. Perhaps she would only
make things harder for him Il she
asked someone else to interfere.
She came to work. still undecided
and wondering II there was the
slightest possibility that talk with
Huck Conner would do any good. She
doubted It. Pamela would get to
hear about it, too, and Mildred knew
what interference in Pamela's affairs
would lead to. Besides, It was not
altogether on his sisters account that
Harold was worried. Mildred Was GER
tain Of that.
II Just can't afford to lose my posi-
tion," Mildred cautioned herself.
Perhaps II I keep my eyes and ears
open can find better way Of help
ing Harold than by going to Mr..
Daxel."
It happened that she did 70 to Mr..
DaSel. but not on Harold's behalf.
On her desk ct the hotel she found
. note from the manager asking her
to come to his office Is soon as she
arrived. It's tone was peremptory and
chilling. A foreboding Of trouble
crept over Mildred a. she prepared
to obey the summons.
She had como . few minutes early,
but she knew Mr.. Dazel would be in
his office. She folded the note and
put 1t In . drawer Of her desk. She
was somewhat surprised to see, when
she pulled the drawer out, that her
substitutes private possessions were
still there. A fountain pen. . box Of
powder, bar Of chocolate, q mirror
and notebook and other things.
Someone approached as Mildred
closed the. drawer, and she looked
up in surprise as an attractive girl.
noddtng coolly, seated herself ct the
desk with IN air Of proprietorship.
Mildred stood still, not fully un-
derstanding.
"Oh," said the other girl casually.
you're Miss. Lawrence, aren't you?
Well, I'm your saucce6sor." II
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