The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-11-10
SYNOPSIS


Lovely Fanchon Mesedith is
wanted BY. the San Francisco police
IA connection with q murder COM
naitted by her sweetheart "Tony."
Fanchon did not know he was gum
man. She escapes by airplane un-
der the name of "Smitt." Aboard
Is Evelyn Howard, whom Fanchon
met on a voyage from Hawaii. Eve
Ign 10 going to New York to live
with her aunt, the wealthy Mrs. Car
stairs, whom she never saw. The
plane crashes and Fanchon is the
only survivor. To get away from
Tony and the past. she goes to the
Carstairs home as Evelyn" A
strong bond of affection grows be-
tween Mrs. Carstairs and her
niece" Collin Carstairs is at FIRST
antagonistic because of his "cou-
sins" Hawaiian escapades and her
self-righteous attitude because of his
cousins" Hawaiian escapades and
her self-righteous attitude when his
mother offered aid, but Fanchon's
sincerity overcame his objections.
They fall in love. After a happy
summer At Southampton, Fanehon
makes her debut in New York. Col
lin, though realizing their relation
ship is a barrier, cannot resist pro-
Tossing his love. Fanchon cannot
acknowledge hers without revealing
her identity. A few days later, a
threatening note comes from Tony.
She visits him.
CHAPTER XVIII
The neighborhood had once been
very good, the street was in a
backwater, a small, blind street. 1t
was run down now, the very trees,
growing forlornly from the asphalt,
had = neglected and pathetic appear
ance. Children played mildly
enough, in Z the gutter. Women
went by, market baskets on their
arms. Some were slatternly. some
were neat and self-respecting in ap-
pearance. Before one house a very
fine, expensive car stood, chauf-
feur waiting. As Fanchon hest
tated an elderly woman, wrapped
in an ancient mink coat. came down
the steps of the house. Evidently
she had always lived in the neigh
borhood and nothing would make
her move away, not even the grad
ual degradation and decay.
Slowly Fanchon went up the
brownstone steps. They crumbled
a little. The handrail of stone was
worn. Shabby, dusty Brussels lace
curtains hung at the front windows.
She did not know what she would
say. She could not know. Her
mind was almost blank but of her
courage she was certain. Tony
had loved her. Perhaps, still loved
her. Possibly within his love fol-
her sue might find some core oil
understanding for her position
some excuse for what she had done
Yet on the other hand, that very
understanding and that same love
might constitute for her the great.
est menace of all.
She put out her slender eloved
hand and rang the old-fashioned bell
Tony opened to her. He had beer
waiting, hidden behind one of those
limp curtains.
"Tony-" she said. on 4 small
breath. =
= !: Looking at him, she remembered
how much, how unthinkingly she
had cared. Looking at him with thu
eyes which had looked upon Collir
to love him. irrevocably and forever
She felt no stirring of the senses
simply a strange construction of til.
heart, in pity for Tony, in pity ant
compassion for all that had beer
between them, in pity for the CIR
she had once been.
Hey said, evenly:
"You came. Good. We hay,
much to talk about" He took hel
wrist and drew her gently but re-
lentlessly into the house. "Come,
he said, with fash of his whit,
teeth, Unto this-parlor. We shall
be undisturhed. Quite alone"
She followed him. The room wa.
long. It was dark, there were velour
ovcrdrapes. On the papcred, peelinl
walls were Victorian era prints, onc'
z Very. gray. now rather dismal look