The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-05-16

he went away with Pamela, fully
believing that one Tommy Mitchell
was the luckiest man In the world.
SWELL, I'm glad that Mildred is
| going to be married. Doesn't she
look happy" Pamela exclaimed
when they were downstairs. "You'll
have to help me choose a wedding
present for her."
Stephen vas eloqucntly silent.
Back in the Lawrence flat there
was plenty of cloquencc at the mo-
ment but it was most certainly not
silent.
"Connie, what do you mean by
telling such a falsehood I" her moth
or began as soon as the front door
had closed on the departing callers.
snow, nom, don't get excited"
Connie pleaded. ut isn't that l
love truth less but that I certainly
love Mildred more than / do that
dressed up Judson cat. She came
up here purposcly to flaunt that no
account Stephen Arm;tage in our
faces.
"Connic, Connic!"
Connie wheeled upon Mildred.
"You see what you get?" she said
furiously. "You should have taken
him when you had the chance while
he was in Jail and then dropped him
down the nearest manhole. But no,
you must be noble and bring them
together again. Well, I've no SYM
patty for you. You might have
known that Pamela Judson would act
like this!"
"You're wrong" Mildred walled
defensively. Pamela doesn't
know. :"
Connie snorted. She doesn't! oh,
how I'm laughing! That boob Ste
phen is the only one who doesn't
know that you're nuts about him!"
please"
eyes, please" Connie stormed on;
"please let her keep right on hurt
ing you-the Chinese brigand-just
because she's the high and mighty
Miss Judson and we're nObodies.
And don't tell me l have an inferior
ity complex, either. It's you and
MON who have when you won't fight
back at that white-livered pussy
cat. 80"
"Now Connie 49,"
"Don't now me-" Connie ragged on
when her mother tried to quiet her.
mildred told me all about it last
night. She knows I think she's a
fool. Trying to convince me she
went to Mr.. Judson just to get Ste
| phen out Of jail. What good does it
do her, I'd like to know, to have
him out? He ran straight back to
his mama with the sugar plums!"
Suddenly Mildred put her face
down on her knees and burst into un-
comfortable weeping.
"See what you've done now" Mrs.
Lawrence cried and rushed over to
Mildred's side.
Connie stared, turned on her heel
and rushed from the room. For the
next half hour she lay with her
face buried in a pillow sobbing out
her bruised young heart.
She believed she'd saved Mildred's
pride and her achievement wasn't
appreciated. Anyway, if she had to
release the floodgates Of sympathy
for her sister that had been locked
up in her heart since she first dis
covered Mildred's secret.
Her mother came to her presently
and lifted her head from the wet
pillow, holding it against her bosom
while she gently stroked the damp
curls back from the tear-stained
face.
There, there. baby" she soothed
tenderly. mildred wants you, honey.
Just sit with her while | fix a bite
Of lunch."
She leaned over and pressed her
lips to the smooth young cheek that
lay uppermost. She was feeling each
pang Of her suffering twain. know
ing their heartaches exactly as they
knew them.
Mother" Connie cried chokingly,
"Why did it have to happen to Mil
dred? She isn't hard boiled like -.
like me. Can't you just imagine
how gloriously happy she'd have
been with Stephen :"
Eyes, dear, yes. But let's do all
we can for her. Don't say any more
about him."
II WON'T" Connie promised.
Stephen was not mentioned again
in that household for several days.
But in another quarter his name
was the chief topic of conversation
for a heated half hour.
The gunner Huck had sent tc
do the killing were on the carpet fol
the second time. Huck couldn't
seem to get enough of cursing them
Finally the man with the injured
wrist rebelled. Jaw, cut the SPIEL
he said sullenly. you amt crippled
for life and you still got your
dough-"
Huck suddenly clampcd his lip.