The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-10-22
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81 FAITH BALDWIN,

She's Mrs. Allison Carstairs," sale
Evelyn Importantly and stopped
waiting Fanchon's word of astonish.
ment.
"Carstairs?" asked Fanchon pug.
zled, and uninterested.
Evelyn made an excited gesture
Haven't you heard of her A.. q
She's always in the papers," she
said :" she has coolies of money
goes everywhere, knows everyone.
You see whom my mother, who was
much younger than Aunt Jennie, ran
off with my father, the family cut
her off, they wouldn't have anything
to do with her. Poor Dad. he was
a struggling Professor of English
and mother had been presented at
Court and all the rest of it and was
supposed to make a good marriage.
Later, before mother died Aunt
Jennie, the only one left of the
family, tried to make overtures. But
mother was proud and Dad wouldn't
let her be anything else. Then after
Dads death l went to school teach
ing. And now, Aunt Jennie is back,
after all these years and wants me
to make my home with her. She
traced me, easily enough, and sent
for me to come East. She wired me
money and told me to come as
quickly as I could as she had plans
for, me. Sol decided to fly. I've
always wanted to make = long
fight. -"
You've never seen herr" asked
Fanchon curiously, reused out of
herself by the girls story.
mo. Nor she me. Not even a
good photograph. All she knows is
that ! have dark hair and blue eyes.
-. l wrote her that much. It's hard
to describe yourself" said Evelyn
self-consciously and I didn't have
even a decent snapshot except the
one taken of the two of us on the
boat -. do you remember? l sent
that one" she said.
She drew deep breath.
mo more teaching" she said, mo
more-snything. I'm SO happy"
confessed Evelyn.
Fanchon looked at her. She en-
We'd her to the bottom of her soul.
This girl was flying toward happi.
ness. Toward something more than
happiness; toward peace, safety.
security, toward people of her own,
someone to whom she belonged,
who would care for her. Fanchon felt
her heart construct with anguish.
Happiness meant so little. She had
been happy. for a while. with Tony,
meeting the dark, ardent eyes, list.
ening to the deep, ardent voice, see.
ing him smile, feeling his strong.
brown hand-Tony's hand !. I. she
shuddered to think Of It now-,,non
her own feeling his lips on hers.
Tony's lips which lied and wise.
cracked their way through life.
And she :. she was flying toward
whats Hiding ;. shrinking from
the glance of every stranger, she
who had once met every eve
with her chin up and her own eyes
clear. Flying to escape, flying to get
away a coward, gutter, a
shirker. But Tony had said she
must. -
you mustn't get mixed up in this.
kid. You don't know anything. But
all the same, you know too much.
Tony's girl. They've all seen you.
They'll look for you. You've got to
get away. It's safer for yeu. And
for me. And Rosie's on the war
pathl" said Tony.
Rosie. She had been Tony's girl
once. Until Fanchon came on the
scene. innocent. gay-hcarted, accept
ing everything. even Tony. at face
value.
Evelyn went on talking. About
teaching in the very good, rather
dull school. About the days back in
Hawaii. Funny. l never knew you
then. Fanchon."
Not so funny" Fanchon replied
mechanically. Il was buried on :
! plantation most Of my life you