The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-06-10

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/, cious grounds, almost as impressive
as the two dozen palatial homes
making up aristocratic Sherwood
Heights. Briartop had been one Of
the first half dozen homes erected
in the Heights.
"It's the second house on the
left" she told him as they rounded
curve.
The second house was half hidden
in trees. There was a low stone
fence and gate Of ironwork. Behind
the fence the ground rose gradually
to the site where 80 yards back
from the street stood the massive
gray stone dwelling. g.
Dan Phillips whistled shortly as
he turned the roadster into the
drive. mice cottage" he said.
"Must be about the size Of Bucking.
ham Palace"
Really, Dan," Cherry voice was
q trife unsteady, II think I'd better
60 in alone"
"Can't let you do it."
| Exactly before the cobblestone
walk he brought the roadster to a
halt. Cherry still wore her coat
with one arm in its sleeve and the
other dangling. The creamy tweed
was smudged with dark marks. Her
hat was not quite at the proper
angle and her nose and cheeks were
cleaning and powderless.
Together they walked to the en-.
trance. Before Cherry could put
hand on the door it swung open.
A middle.aged woman wearing a
cap and apron appeared. "Your
mothers waiting for you, Miss
! Cherry" she said. "You'd better go
right into the living ROOM" Seeing
the empty coat sleeve, she ex.
claimed, "Oh, has anything hap.
pened?"
| "It's all right, Martha. In the liv-
ing room, you said?"
III The servant nodded. She seemed
to look askance at Phillips but took
] his hat as the young man followed
Cherry through the broad hall.
He caught hasty impression of
dark woodwork and rich, subdued
:. colorings. The furniture looked like
8 old stuff-"antiques," Phillips told
9 himself though he had no knowl-
L edge Of period decoration. k /,
le THERE was a fireplace at the op.
n L posite side Of the long room
s, they entered. Yellow. dancing
n flames fickered on the CRATE. There
was bowl of red tulips on table.
~ Standing near the table was q
- small, slender woman dressed In
A. gray. She was very much like
- Cherry. Brown eyes-the same oval
=, face-and yet there was a differ
~ ence. More than the difference be
- tween age and youth.
-. "Cherry!" the woman cried. "Hov
~ could you do this?"
~ The girl advanced. I'm terribly
~ sorry, Mother. Everything's al
~ !. right, really! Mr.. Phillips insisted
" on coming himself to tell you-!.'
"Mr. Pftllips?"
"oh. I forgot. Excuse me. This
nd is Mr.. Phillips-of the News. Mr.
as Phillips, my mother"
In. The older woman did not put out
J q her hand. Her features seemed ia
'as freeze into place. "Of-the-News?'
'ry she repeated, bringing out each
ale word separately. "Not-not RE.
PORTER!"
'ry! Dan stepped forward. I'm afraid
lin Ill have to plead guilty, Mrs. Dixon.
MT That's what am, all right. And
rs. it's my fault Cherry got into
this mix.up this afternoon. She
nc. hadn't thing to do with It"
There was sound In the door.
~. way. All three of them turned. A
tall man, livid-faced. strobe for.
ng ward. In one hand he held crum.
Ter Piled newspaper. He cried out,
ch "Cherry-what's the meaning OF
are this!"
lily Before the girls eyes glared the
Isl. headline. SOCIETY GIRL IN
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