The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-08-06
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Certain passages Of the story had
been Denciled.

Certain passages Of the story had
been penciled.
IAN unprejudiced person reading
that article would undoubtedly be Ia.
| fluenced against the defendant" de-
clared the judge. "As . newspaper
woman you have no right to be any
thing but impartial in what you write.
1t is q serious offense, ard frequently
merits a fine, or . Jail sentence. In
view, however, OF the evident conspir-
acy among Mandinello's friends, l am
inclined to deal ~leniently with your
own offense.
whoever it was who sent the pa
per containing your story to Juryman
Flaglcr, communicated the fact to
attorneys for the defense. They
promptly demanded AL Investigation.
and ! have questioned Mr.. rlagIer. He
admits having read the article, and
declares that he is now predisposed
to find the defendant guilty. In view
Of his sworn statement, I must call q
mistrial."
The Judge stopped speaking, and
Molly raised her flushed face to meet
his judicial gaze, fixed sternly upon
her.
"I'm fearfully sorry" she STAN
rnered. There isn't anything I can
say. I've no defense, no excuse"
He regarded her more kindly. cal
low me to commend your chivalry,
Miss Burnham. It transcends your
indiscretion. It is uncommonly gal
liant when q person brought to &C.
counting declines to transfer the re-
sponsibility for the offense. have
Investigated the matter more deeply
than I had indicated, and have learned
that your city editor ordered the ar
~ticles."
Molly shook her head. ~ write my
own stories," she insisted. "Mr.
Wharton is not responsible"
Judge Brewster rose, and his black
robes billowed solemnly about him.
"That is all" he said. Except that
should advise you, Miss Burnham,
for your own good, to be more careful
in the future. Gunner execute fear.
full reprisals."
Slim was waiting when Molly left
the judges chambers.
ITS al! right" she said. I'm
But Slim was in q dark mood.
maybe you'll get shot," he haz-
arded. Maybe you'd be better off in
Jail. They couldn't get at you il you
"Oh, Slim, stop! You make my
blood u cold. Have you phoned the
office? Judge Brewster is declaring
a mistrial."
"Sure. l gave them that 10 min
utes ago. Wharton's up in the air.
The publisher has been giving him the
devil, ! guess. And he says for you
to keep out Of the office until he
sends for you. Wants the thing to
blow over before you show up, I guess.
Talk about getting all the breaks!
You pull a gag you ought to get sent
to Jail for. and what do you rate?
A vacation!"
Molly laughed light-heartedly.
The dreadful cloud had lifted. The
dark fear was all dispelled. She felt
happy and gay.
"Ill have a little dinner party to-
night" she thought. "Not any of
the crowd from the office. I'll ask
Rita and Bob. and Ruth and Zip. It
will be like old times to be with them
again."
I She telephoncd from the court
house, and reached Rita at Miss May.
hew's. Rita said that she and Bob
wotAi love to 60. They had talked of
dropping in that evening anyhow, it
was such ages since they had seen
Molly.
But Ruth said she didn't feel we'll.
Besides Zip, was busy at the office.
and sometimes he didn't get home un-
til pretty late. It made things
wretched, because they couldn't very
we'll accept dinner invitations. Not
that it made any difference, Ruth add
ed. She didn't feel like going out,
anyhow. She couldn't imagine what
had come over her lately. Zip said
she was like an old woman.
you sound so unhappy, dear" la.
mented Molly.
"Maybe you'd sound unhappy" re-
piled Ruth reproachfully, IF you'd
lost your little baby" 80. and Molly
heard her sob before she hung up the
receiver.
She felt as though she had been
tactless and unsympathetic, and later
that day she sent Ruth some flowers.
1t was q very successful small dim
ner. Molly's china was mostly Ital-
ian, and SO she planned an Italian
meal.
They were sitting over their coffee
when the bell rang. The finger that
was ringing it pressed on the button,
and held it maddeningly. Molly re-
leased the door, but the bell continued
to ring. She called through the
speaking tube. But still the bell rang
with unceasing insistence.
"Something's up. I'll see who it is"
offered Bob.
He was gone for several minutes.
and hearing strange noises in the hall,
the girls went to investigate. Bob
was propelling . man up The stairs
. man who waved his arms about and
was making dreadful sounds.
Its Zip!" cried Rita.
Zip? But Zip doesn't drink" Mol.
ly ran down to the landing. whats
the matter, Bob? What's the matter
with Zip?" she demanded.
Bob was trying to quiet him. "Here,
Zip. that's no way to act. Get your.
self in hand. can't you. old mani"
us he drunk, Bob?"
Bob shook his head. Then Zip rec.
ognized Molly. He flung himself
away from Bob. and threw his arms
about her. He was crying like .
child.
"Get him upstairs" Bob was ray.
ING. The jeritor thinks he's drunk
(To Be Continued).
An average adult he's . pounds @
blood.