The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-02-05
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him. He wants to save for our home
now"
At the theater Jack refused the
singsong offer, "Che<k your hat and
coat and bag, sir. Check your hat
and" with a curt mol" And he
nursed the heavy bag on his knees
during the entire performance of the
play.
The show they had chosen SO hap
PLY the night before, when making
their plans, proved a disappointment.
It was a murder mystery, with the
action taking place in a courtroom.
Ruth had wanted to see it because of
her familiarity with the law and
with trial procedure. but unfortu-
nately the district attorney looked
something like her father, who had
lost his life in a courtroom, and dur
ing the second act she burst into
tears and cried so hard that people
around them looked at her with inn
patient disapproval.
II think we'd better duck the rest
Of this" Jack urged, his mouth tight
and grim. 81 never realized-I'm not
enjoying it any better than you are,
darling. I've already guessed who
the murderer is anyway-pretty OBJ
vious, and it's rather a sordid way
to spend our big afternoon.
mo, let's stay" Ruth choked. II
II want you to get your moneys
worth"
When she had said it she could
have bitten out her tongue. Her only
excuse was that by this time she
was so nervous and ill-she must be
taking dreadful cold!-that she
hardly knew what she was saying.
They sat through the third act
their hands touching only once. And
she had dreamed all morning of that
glorious opportunity for holding
hands!
Lets go to the savings bank
first, then on to my apartment for
dinner" Ruth suggested, almost
timidly, when they left the theater,
Il want to cook for you-to get into
practice"
that's the spirit" Jack applaud
ed, bat the smile on his lips scarcely
touched his eyes. What-oh, what
had happened? Ruth wondered des-
perately.
But in the bank, open Saturday
afternoons for savings bank depos-
itors, he seemed more himself again,
teasing her about her thriftiness,
and gallantly relieving her of her
handbag while she made out her de.
post slip and endorsed her salary
check.
"Peeking to see what kind of lip
stick l use?" she laughed at him.
when she left the teller's window.
Jack closed her little brown leath.
er handbag and flushed as if he had
been caught in the act of stealing,
"Just curious to see what a girl
stuffs into handbag" he grinned
at her. II never saw one that didn't
look ready to burst. / noticed that
the little inside mirror broke when
you dropped your bag in the hotel
dining room. Are you supersti.
tious 2"
Ruth shivered. "Seven years bad
luck. you mean? Pooh! You can't
scare me! I've just entered on sew.
en- years divine luck-and seven
more-and seven more and seven
more" she chanted.
Jacks mobile, sensitive face went
grave again, almost Swallowed
"Please God you're right, DEAR"
And do what she would that eve.
ming and the next, Ruth Lester could
not long keep the shadow Of trouble
even fear, out of her lovers eyes
True, he ate the dinner that she
cooked for him, and praised her cul.
mary art extravagantly. But after
the dishes were washed and restored
to the tiny cupboard in the NINA.
turc kitchenet, he slumped into
gloom again, forgetting to kiss he,
for as long as half an hour at q
time. She spent most of Sunday in
bed, but contrary to her fears, ar
actual cold did not develop. There
was just that odd SILVER that rar
along her nerves at the most unex.
ptCtSu mOuSnt. ~
Sunday evening they ate dinner ir
the little restaurant to which Ruth
had taken Jack the first time they
had ever eaten together, in obedi-
ence to his whimsical request that
she show him where she got such
potent crumbs that the black pigeon
would eat out Of her hand.
"Oh, Jack, the poor pigeons!'
Ruth remembered the birds contrite-
4 ~. II was so happy yesterday that
l forgot to buy peanuts to feed them
before l left for the weekend. ]
meant to do it when ! was out get.
ting Mr. Borden's money and tick.
cts. Poor. Satan! Do you think he'll
starve to death before Monday? III
take lot Of crumbs with me in the
morning"
81 don't like that black pigeon!'
Jack surprised Ruth by saying the
absurd words grimly. "He looks toe
much like his namesake. Handsome
"Darlingl" Ruth laughed. II dc
believe you're jealous Of the black
pigeon! He's q greedy scamp. But
have you noticed how the little white
! pigeon adores him? She's never fal
from his side, although she's toe
timid to eat out Of my hand yet.
wonder if most Of the pigeons aren't
ladies' who are in love with Black
Satan. He struts about as II he were
| the lord Of creation. I wonder
too" she unused, show Rita Dubois
is enjoying the weekend. l know she
doesn't really care for Harry Bor'
den"
Lets not talk about that mar
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