The Bismarck tribune., 1931-11-13
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HAZEL
ROSS.
HALEY
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Its only 10 o'clock" he whis.
pered in the elevator. you'll be
home and in beddy-bye in an hour.
What could be sweeter? And don't
worry, your boy-friend'll come
around all right. Keep stiff up.
per lip, and remember what you've
got now to knock sense into him
with-that whisky bottle!"
CHE didn't want to hear him talk
- about it. She was more CRATE
full than she could ever say for the
surety he had just given her. It
made her course clear. But per.
sonalIy. he had become family re.
pulsive to her that declara-
tion Of his was shocking. somehow.
centered as her emotions were in
Dirk, and Dirk only. Perhaps she
drew away slightly: her feelings
may have shown In her face.
Listen, forget what I said
while ago. will you?" he said. II
ought not to have-but hell. you
asked for it! And I know it doesn't
make any difference to you"
"Oh. I'd forgotten all about it,"
she assured him. surprised at his
perception.
They stepped out into the lobby.
"Hungry?" he asked. Better
have cup Of coffee before you go.
You look done up. Did you eat
anything at Shay's?"
mot much." she confessed and
followed him. almost wobbling with
faintness and WEAKNESS, to the
grill. which was empty except for
the couple they had seen in the
elevator. Mary recognized them
without more than q brief glance.
The odor Of the woman's oriental
perfume was overpowering. The
man with her was odd-looking, too
foreign. apparently. Such of their
talk as drifted to her ears was in
French, and his clothes sloppily
worn. his hair thick and long be-.
low his large black felt hat. He
wore a small waxed mustache.
| Mary began to feel a peculiar un.
easiness. She had been unconven.
tional in going to that room, IL any.
one chose to be priggish about It.
She would not have given it Sec
ond thought IL it had not been for
these exotic-looking people. Con.
tinentals Of that type always made
her rush for safety to the ideals Of
lher Puritan ancestors.
She drank hot coffee gratefully.
J Bowen did not talk much.
II was supposed to cover q Red
: riot in Jersey City tonight" he oh.
, served. And added complacently.
, "The he'll with it." After that he
. did not talk at all.
, The couple passed out Of the
room just ahead Of them, pausing
: in the doorway to kiss passionately.
"Au revoir. my darling" NUT.
tered the siren, in cultural voice
, with a marked accent. "Must you
3 go?"
. II must. sweet" He tore him.
self from her arms, and hurried
| out.
: Mary and Bowen made amused
: grimaces at each other. In the
doorway they gave an exaggerated
:. imitation of that parting-all but
. the kiss. And howled with laugh
ter.
:, The dandified stranger, cane over
t his arm, small waxed mustache
q bristling. paced the curb impatient
t ly as the doorman sought q cab
q Mary and Bowen. waiting their
turn for a taxi. watched him in
voluntarily. He was like some
t thing out Of LA Vie Parisienne.'
When the cab came up. he said
|. loudly, Can you take me, please
8 to Jupiter House. at the Point
Pleasant Hills?
81 Mary clutched Bowen's arm. II
(. knew I'd seen him somewhere! It..
y Rruce Jupiter. come home!" sht
It cried.
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