The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1930-03-11

he isn't the fascinating fiance, be-
cause he hasn't a mustache-"
And because. for the moment, Mrs
Berkeley was speeches. with rage, it
was George Berkeley who performed
the introduction.
This is my younger daughter,
Gigi, or rather, Georgina. Mr.. Dun
dee. A friend Of Dicks, from Yale"
he added to his daughter, his dark
face flushing slightly as he mentioned
the college which had not found his
son good enough.
Forget the 'Georgina,' Mr.. Dun.
dee" Gigi commanded, thrusting out
a golden-brown little paw. Its only
for official records, and for Mother
when she's particularly peeved with
me. I find it an awfully nickname.
You simply can't say 'Gigi' and sound
real sore. Try It'll" she invited, then
rushed on, before Dundee could pos
sibly have obliged. When / get a
dog, I'm going to name it 'Tweet-
Tweet' for the same reason! Fancy
shouting 'Tweet Tweet' in a cross
voice Oh. here's Clorinda! Exit lit
tie Gigi from the spotlight. Isn't she
gorgeous, MI. Dundee?"
Shut up, Gigi!" her father COM
manded, but he rumpled the short,
f%ire-tipped brown curls with a fond
hand.
Dundee scarcely heard the furry
Of words with which Mrs. Berkeley
introduced her daughter, Clorinda. for
his attention was wholly upon the
tall, dark, insolent beauty, dressed
ravishingly in a period gown Of wine-
red velvet, unadorned except for q
wide bertha of exquisite old ivory
lace, which swung low to reveal the
rise of faultless breasts and the
marble-like perfection Of shoulders.
His blue eyes eagerly met the SOM
Der, arrogant brown ones, but he had
an uncomfortable conviction that
Clorinda Berkeley did not see him at
all. She bowed slightly but she did
lot speak.
Mn and Mrs. Benjamin-Smith,"
Wicket announced.
The Benjamin Smiths plunged
heartily into the drawing room and
had themselves introduced by Mrs.
Berkeley as my brother and his
wife" AS the detective was deducing
that George Berkeley had made a
moderately rich ma of his brother
in-law, out of the kindness of his
heart or in self defense, Mrs. Smith
was twittering to him:
And are you Mr.. Seymour Crosby?
We've been simply dying to meet Clos
young man, and of course we're read
such reams about YOU"
Don't be an idiot, Lily!" Mrs.
Berkeley cut in sharply. "This Is Mr..
Dundee, a college chum of Dicks.
Mr.. Crosby hasn't come down yet, and
you really mustn't Oh" she broke
off, as Gigi kicked her. She glanced
toward the wide doorway leading in
to the front hall, and her face was
Immediately TRANSPORTED. She glow
ed, she beamed, she adored, she flut-
tered.
mo, rilly. my dear MI. Crosby!
You're not at all latel I do hope you
found your rooms comfortable, and
johnson not too CHASTITY a valet. Mr..
Berkeley simply refuses most ridicu-
lousy to have a man for himself
and Dick, and johnson is the best !
could do locally. . . But I mustn't
monopolize you, must I? I'm afraid
you'll find us a dull little family par
ty tonight. We're rah-ther saving
our energies for the big affair Of to-
morrow night"
And thus Bonnie Dundee met q
man whom he would have Travelled
many miles to look upon, curiously,
s~peculatively. For Dundee was q born
detective, and the true story Of Sey-
mour Crosby and a certain night in
Lopdon was n Of a score Of myster-
les he would have sacrificed much to
solve.
Ito Be Continued Daily In The
Bismarck Tribune)
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