The Bismarck tribune., 1929-03-27
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~ ~ RUTH
DEWEY GROVES

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DEWEY GROVES
We'll, old D. A. M-no, It's not .
word, just initials-says I might
amount to something II I could take
my mind off the sports page. You
see, missed the train because I
started reading about hockey. Then
saw this yegg grab fur. :"
And you stopped him?" Mildred
broke in, her voice filled with admir-
alton. "Of course you didn't know
whose fur 1t was," she added with q
tiny trace of wistfulness. It would
have been nice to have inspired
heroism, she thought.
Didn't I, thought" the young man
lied beautifully. He was asking him.
self how the deuce he'd missed see
ing in the first place what peach
Of girl he'd crashed into.
They had reached the street now,
In the wake Of the officer with the
fur thief squirming in his grasp.
Lets take q taxi" the young man
with Mildred said suddenly to the
guardian of the law. "Ill pay for 1t. :"
Right" the officer responded and
held up commanding hand.
Mildred was glad to escape from
the curious throng that had followed
them. But she did not like the way
the fur snatcher, who sat beside the
officer facing them, flicked his evil
eyes over her figure. She turned her
glance from his ugly face and sat
over a little closer to the man next
her.
"Why, there's a dreadful scratch
on your cheek" she exclaimed, and
her eyes flew back accusingly to the
other. His mouth twisted in EVIL
dence of some inward satisfaction.
HE put up q stiff fight" the hero
immodestly proclaimed and started to
apply q handkerchief to his wound.
Here, Mildred cried and thrust
one of her own upon him. She had
noticed that his was not irreproach-
ably clean. He grinned at her as
he took the henstitched square she
offered him.
whatever do you do with your
handkerchiefs?" she asked scoldingly
Polish automobiles"
"Polish automobiles?"
Eyes, you see believe in bigger
and better poliS.les. Seriously, I sell
automobiles and ! hate the finger.
marks people leave all over them"
But can't you find something elSt
to remove them?"
"Absent-minded, that's me. OLE
ID. A. M. says -"
who is this D. A. M.?"
"The big boss. D. A. Mettle o.
Mettle's Agency for the fastest eigh1
in the country"
"Why, I know who he Is" Mildres
told him excitedly. do you work TO
the Mettle Agency?"
well, he has enjoyed my service
for several months, but there ar
moments -
"Your place is near mine." Mildre'
said on his unended sentence.
IT'S that so?" The young man wa
instantly interested. The office
grinned slightly under cover Of thei
oblivion to himself and his prisoner
MY names Armitage. Stephel
Armitage," the young man went or
"Of course I can find q name fo
5 you but for practical purposes per
: haps you'd better tell me what your
generally called"
Miss Lawrence. I'm public stem
ographer at the Judson."
; Nov isn't that a coincidence, Mis-
' Lawrence? I was planning to TAX
some work over to the Judson in tn
! morning. Some stenographic work
Mildred flashed him q glance {
, suspicion. Surely Mr.. Mettle's ster
e ographers can do your work." st
observed coldly. He might as we
p get her right, she thought. Her pos
$ tion at the hotel was good one, tt
v best she'd ever had and she took
seriously.
Some private matters" the your
e man returned loftily, and before Mi
i dred could frame an answer to tn,
n the taxicab had stopped at the poli'
d station.
s The routine they had to 60 throue
Q was shortly over with and Mildrl
8 once more was in possession of HI
e scarf.
!. That's a nice bit Of fur" Stephe
{ remarked when they were back In Il
' street. Don't you think I'd bett
1 see you home so that It won't 8
e stolen again?"
e "Ill take better care of 1t aft
It this" Mildred assured him. Il dor
le know how to thank you for VIII
S you've done already"
n Unless know you get safely hon
with it I won't feel I've done an
e thing" he protested. And sin
q we're going to see = lot Of each 9th
81 In the future don't YOU think tn
,e We might ..."
I .I must telephone mother" Mildr
interrupted. shell be worrying"
= Here's q cigar store right on t
{. corner. What's the number. please
1e Mildred had to smile at his
N Renuousness. I'D better do IT," 8
" demurred. "A strange voice mig
8. frighten them. Mothers always n
u vous when I'm late"
q Stephen beamed. 80 they are !
q used to strange voices calling7"
he said happily.
mot when I'm away" Mildz
"a | replied teastnsly.
IL your favogfte pastilne 10 bursti
bubbles, isn't it7" Stephen reproach
d: her.. "And you're ungrateful I
to You have home and mother m
- have only q hotel room. Besides