The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-06-06

THE roadster reached the viaduct
L and was swept into the SLOW
stream Of east-bound travel. Al
Twelfth observation-disclosures BUS
lest thoroughfars. boasting three
buildings 20 stories high-tne nasn
of green was almost lost IN tne
crash Of taxicabs, trucks. limousines
and small. wheeling vehicles.
There was no time now to Try
to justify her deceptions no time
for day dreams. The shral. au'
thoritative blast Of an omcers
whistle sent the swarming mass
ahead. The girl in the green car
managed expertly to keep abreast
of the current. Three blocks more
and the roadster swerved to tho
curb before the Hotel Wellington.
Cherry stepped out surrendered
the car to a doorman and entered
the gray stone building. Sne
crossed the lobby and mounted the
broad stairway leading to the mez-
canine.
Maize Cassidy whose glowing
titan curls and blue eyes made the
cigar stand a highly decorative
corner Of the lobby tapped the arm
Of her friend. Joe Kampschmidt:
who was leaning over the glass sur
face Of the counter.
"well-look what blew in!" Mazle
whispered in a tone that belied her
Indifferent gaze.
Kampschmidt concentrated on
the slim figure ascending the STAIR
way. "Some baby!" he said casu'
ally. "Nho is she?"
"Some baby's right" Maize com.
mented. what I wouldn't give for
the dough her old mans got!
Cherry Dixon-that's her name.
Lives out in Sherwood Heights in
one of those swell houses with
yard around it as big as farm.
I've seen her picture on the society
pages. Most of the time she's away
in Europe or at some swell school
or something. Gosh-some people
have all the luck!"
1t was 20 minutes after Cherry
Dixon's arrival that a tall young
man strobe into the Wellington
lobby. He wore a gray suit and
carried a topcoat. His gray felt
was tipped at an angle just slightly
rakish. Broad shoulders, rather
angular. Not a handsome young
nan but an attractive one.
In a dozen strides he had reached
the stairway. Someone sang out,
Hi! Phillips!" just before he
rounded the bend of the stairs. The
young man turned, waved in salute
and continued on his way.
THE mezzanine floor Of the Hotel
L Wellington was a rather narrow
gallery running the length of the
Twelfth street side of the building.
1t was thickly carpeted and fur.
nished in shades of wood green,
bronze and ivory. Groups OF over
stuffed chairs, benches and four
high.backed lounges were arranged
near the iron work railing to over.
look the first floor. Small desks
and chairs stood beside the wall.
The lighting was dim because
heavy draperies shut out the day
light and only small desk lamps
supplemented it.
The young man in gray gained
the top step and looked about. None
of the persons in sight seemed tt
interest him. There was . stou,
man in dark-rimmed spectacles
writing at the nearest desk. Far
Their on two matrons engaged II
conversation, one Of them gesticu
lating emphatically. At the ex
IRENE end Of the gallery a small
boy was bobbing about after q me
chanical toy.
The young man stepped FORWARD
uncertainty. All at once he caugh
sight of a beige shoulder nearl.
hidden by the sides OF q WING
backed chair. He made for tina
chair.
| $50 there you are!"