The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-11-02

30 much to dol There was Oil the
best silver to clean, and then there
was the matter Of Suma, the little
Japanese woman who came to scrub
on Wednesdays. Suma knew how to
wait on the table, but she didn't
understand about the cap and apron
Maisie bought for her to wear. In
the end Maisie had to pin it on the
girls sleek hair herself and hoped
it wouldn't slide off it certainly
would II she didn't stop shaking her
head that way like . restless horse
mercy, did she tvamt it to fall
But the table was q miracle Of
lace tablecloth, hand-painted china
and cut glass. She knew that was
all right, and Suma got through the
seven courses without forgetting
anything, not even the finger-bowls,
So the dinner was q great sue.
cess. Maisie knew Curtis had en-.
joyed it and when it was over she
got up and said, snow I'll just step
over to"
And before the words were out Of
her mouth Joan was shaking her
head and raising her eyebrows, sig.
Mailing her not to say it, but she
kept right on anyway. She hadn't
given this dinner for nothing. "I1l
just step over to Mis- Harvey's,
cause you young folksIl want a lit
tie time to yourselves"
She looked so much like q middle
aged and over-dressed Cupid as she
creaked out Of the room, closing the
door carefully behind her, that Joan
couldn't help it, she lay back in her
chair and shook with helpless, be-
traying laughter.
But Curtis didn't laugh. He stood
with his back to Joan, turning the
leaves of an old magazine.
His hands were trembling.
When Maisie came home at half
past ten, Curtis had gone, "Why-
what happened-what did he 60 50
soon for?"
Joan looked up from her book
with q rather watery smile. ut
isn't so early, is it,"
"For a young man in love with .
girl it certainly is. You're keeping
something from me, Johnnie, an l
don't think it's fair-after try"
II know, Maisie. know. I'm q
miserable, ungrateful thing. only
I'm not really-I do love you, Mai
sic. But you sec II don't want
Curtis TOTO love me"
"What!"
Joan began to laugh, helplessly.
"Maisie-if you could see your face!
It's 80 funny"
"Never mind my face -why don't
you want . nice young man to love
you? l never heard anything so
plain silly IN all my born days. You
act like silly sixteen-year-old in.
stead Of . great big grown up WON.
an almost twenty. Don't want him
TO love you-bah! What rubbish!
When You told me your own self
that you were mad because you
never got q chance to be near him
at his mothers house. An when !
give you the chance"
II know-but I didn't mean it
that way >. You don't understand
-. like Curtis, I sort Of love him
too, only don't want him to say
anything about it now-not yet
and he almost did"
HE almost did-and he didn't"
Now Maisie ,UGs mad!
II believe you like him yourself!"
Joan giggled, kissing her red and
angry ear. "Shame on you'll"
But Maisie didn't laugh. She rot
up slowly. There was no use in
talking to Joan, she'd just have to
learn for herself !.
Don't put him of too long" she
said. "There's q limit to every
mans patience. The time may como
when you want him an he's changed
his mind"
In the morning Joan was too i'll
to 60 to work. Only . bad cold, but
Maisie wouldn't hear Of her going
to the shop.
Curtis telephoned twice. but Joan
didn't want to see him. "Please
don't let him come, Maisie-wait
then"
So Curtis went out to the links to
play golf:
Mrs. Curtis Barstow also went
out. She went to Sausalito. cts
probably . wild goose chase" she
thought as she sat back against the
cushions Of the big, comfortable car,
waiting for the auto ferry to cross
the bay. "But it's . chance, and
I'll not leave one unturned there
must be something queer, she's SO
mysterious about it !. besides he
really seemed interested in EuRenia
the other night. Now II I can just
find something -"
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow