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

know, I rarely came to Honolulu"
She was silent, remembering the
sun-steeped days and her father, who
had been her friend, her guide, her
teacher. Everything to her. She
could not remember her mother.
Only her father, her companion for
twenty happy years, years which had
run past swiftly and silently as sand
from an hourglass.
The young man in the Eames
party spoke to Evelyn, his eyes on
Fanchon as he did so. The elderly
woman leaned forward and said.
nervously, II do hope I'm not going
to be air sick!" The steward came
from his mysterious, small quarters
and started serving bouillon and
sandwiches and answering the ques-
tons flung at him. In very short
space of time all the occupants of
the cabin-plan seemed to draw to.
gether and become friends, as if their
common adventure made conspira.
tors of them.
"Oh!" said Evelyn, isn't it ex.
citing"
The air was rough, for the mo.
ment. The sky was partly clouded
over and it was very warm. Heat
bumps were noticeable and EVELYN
squealed in her rather simperine
fashion. "Just like a scenic railwayS
she commented. Mrs. Eames turned
slightly green and regarded the sand.
wlch She held in her hand with an
expression of fixed distaste.
The steward looked anxious.
rs this your first flight. Miss
Smith" asked the Eames bow.
Fanchon did not answer. When he
repeated his question, she started
and flushed. looking toward Evelyn.
But Evelyn was chattering with Mr..
Eames and had not heard.
Yes" replied Fanchon. briefly.
You are awfully calm about itv'
Roger Eames remarked, smiling.
She looked out of the window a.
the tremendous vista beyond and
about and below them. She nodded.
without speaking. Queer C;rI he
thought, turning to Evelyn. Much
better looking than the other. but
difficult. He disliked difficult wo.
men.
Calm? Fanchon smiled, secretly.
Once, it would have meant so much
to her, the sense of flight. the feel
OF wings. It meant nothing now
save escape. Only that. She
had sudden sickening mental vision
OF Tony in police headquarters.
Handouts. Would they handcuff
MN on suspicione She heard :
them Questioning him she saw
his brown face pale little and his
dark eyes glitter with menace.
BUT perhaps they wouldn't catch
MN. He'd said they wouldn't. THE
dick doesn't live who can out the
irons on tnep he'd boosted to her in
that that appalling hour of revelation.
Ill get awayl"
Where had he gone? To whom,
Rosie. who had loved him. who WA.
now his enemy. He was surrounded
by enemies. Fanchon clenched her
small fists until the nails bit into her
palms. Why had she run away? She
i!ad moments impulse to cry out.
IKE mad woman, Turn back
take me back, ! say! you ,nustP'
How they would look and stare and
murmur among themselves, the fat.
compiacent Eames and his fat air.
SICK ,wife-and his lean, sleek
naired son with whom Evelyn w..
giggling in her idiotic fashion. They
YOU'D think she had gone crazy.
Well, she had.
No. No. She couldn't help Tonv
IN any way. The most she could ~
Tor nm was to disappear, take the
burden OF one more worry from his
shoulders. She owed him thai
m,ucn, tor she had loved him. Or
PAD thought so. Even all that had
happened since could not efface the
tact OF her once having loved him.
Copyright 1891 ~ Faith R.Iav,,
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