The Bismarck tribune., 1931-11-23
F@N1 BY YN6a Seuce I1eI

"Say!" Bowen was struck with
an idea. 1--WE got friend on the
paper down here-frankly, he's
been putting me up since I cut
loose from the payroll and came
down here. He has one Of these
cameras you hide in your pocket,
and shoot when nobody knows it.
If we could smuggle it in tomorrow.
night :"
Bring it yourself!" Mary cried
delightedly.
ROWEN bent on her look Of un.
- utterable reproof.
"Am I one Of the idle rich?" He
threw out his hands. II hitch.
hiked to this village, my dear lady.
and I did not have swallow-tail
tied up in the handkerchief that
served me as a trunk. Just a hobo.
that's me. A darling Of the gods
like you can't realize what 1t is to
be broke. I know"
Mary put out her hand in quick
sympathy. II can realize you've
done all this for me-" she said. Like
flash she opened the bag she car
ried and took out a roll Of bills
which she thrust toward him.
"Hey! Hey! Put that back!"
Bowen growled at her, turning scar.
let. He tossed the money roughly
into her lap. I'm not whining.
I'm having q swell time-honest!
I'll probably get q job here on the
same paper my friends on. and stay
q while. One weeks pay and I'll
be sitting on top the world. Swim.
ming every morning before break.
fast-swimming every night before
go to bed! Say! Why does any.
body live in New York, anyway?
No, I only meant to explain that
SO q plate Is q little too steep a
cover charge for little George just
now, even II I had the duds to so
with it. didn't want you to think
was funking out at the last min
ute, though"
Mary sighed. "You ought to let
me stake you," she insisted, gently.
Forget it, Bowen ordered curtly.
"We'll get the picture. I'll wait in
tho street till you and the others
come out. You tip me of which one
is her. and hing! Well snap Her
Highness' picture that way. And
we'll do it tomorrow"
They left it at that for the pres
ent. Mary felt that she must get
back before her absence was dis.
covered. She was resolved Bowen
should come to the party. anyhow.
His presence would steady her. He
promised to telephone her next day
and hear what final arrangements
had been made for the Fly's recep-
tion on board the "Gypsy"-if he
could be lured aboard.
Back in the Ambassador lobby
she turned aside for a minute at
the magazine stand. II any Of her
party should meet her in the upper
halls she had decided to say she
had been unable to sleep and had
gone down to buy something to
read.
Town Tattle lay nearest her
hand, but she drew away from it as
| II 1t would have burned her. What.
ever shameful secrets it had to re-
veal, she didn't want to know them.
And none Of the lurid detective
story magazines that hung before
her seemed to offer anything half
SO exciting as her own life was
proving. In the end, she bought q
newspaper only, and stood a mo-
ment, holding It wide open before
her at the society page.
! Suddenly the smooth flow OF q
familiar voice made her lift her
head with q start. Cautiously she
lowered the paper and looked over
it's edge. Not ten feet away, with
their backs toward her, the Count
ess and De Iona sat close together
on a mulberry velvet lounge. deep
in low.voiced conversation.
Ito Be Continued)