The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-11-08
"STOLEN LOVE-
By HAZEL LIVINGSTON
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"How cruel it all is" Joan
thought. "She's in love with Curtis,
and that nice barrow boy is in love
with her. suppose she won't take
him seriously because he's so short
and fat. And Curtis is in love with
me, and I'm in love with"
But she wouldn't say Bills name,
not even in her thoughts. She was
SO fiercely loyal to Curtis. She was
going to spend her whole life MAX
ing him happy =. making it up to
him because .. because. -.
"Your play!" her partner called.
"Oh!" Joan came back with q
jump.
Eugenia came back to their table
ut tea time. my dear, did you ever
see anything the way Connie How
ard is brazening it out?" the plump,
matronly little person at Joan's left
demanded.
II simply had to ask her." Eu-
genia cut in quickly. "Her mother
and mama were such old friends.
you know, and mama intends"
"Oh, Of counsel" the little matron
said. Everybody will have her,
they'll have to. But isn't it weird?'
(Which is Connie Howard?" Joan
asked idly.
Haven't you even seen herr"
they all cried pityingly. And four
nice white hands slyly indicated the
Howard girl, at q table near the
window. A slender girl with .
straight black bang, and sullen,
dropping eyes. Insolent or shy.
Joan didn't know, but she knew she
was desperately unhappy, and ter
riDly, terribly bored. She had
pushed her chair against the wall
and sat tilted back in it, looking
bored, ignoring the sweetbread
patty on her plate, and the chatter
Of the other girls at her table.
but who is she7"
There was > little ripple Of
laughter, they looked from one to
the other, smiling vaguely.
Haven't you really heard?" Eu-
genia marveled. II thought YOU
would Of all people. because she and
Scene, what are you telling the
poor giri!" the pretty matron gig
klsd. Shell think he's the man IN
And they all shrieked again.
well, you see," Eugenia began.
sparring for words. "She and Cur
tis did 60 around together long
time ago. She was reaily verv nice
"a those days. Highbrow, sort Of.
ana this fellow she met was an &C.
tor. Not professional. you know.
Little theatres. ! wouldn't even call
nim good looking. And 90. -" She
PECAN to laugh again. Heavens,
You draw the curtain" the little
matron said demurely, with twink
ling not too kindly eyes. ssThat'a the
ways they do It in the plays"
Their voices broke over Joan.
sharp and Jagged. pattsring her
Patter: Patter. P.tter. The
ssh q. sdeed voices breaking over
She couldn't stand Il. Couldn't
sit there listening. Have 20 Il,
something. Say something. But tho
room vas whtrlinG 20 fast, and there
Masnt any air. You can't do any
thing without mir. =. "Let me-
window "shs whispered thicklv
shes going to faint!" Eueenia
cried sharply: Here-help me-eet
her into the hall"
Dut Joan didn't faint. She inst
chung to the window in the hallvsv
breathing in the air, ratherines
courage, courage.
Someone must have sent for Cur
tis: She felt his arm around her
bali carrying her down the stairs Is
the waiting car. -
."Ar's 60 thick IA there you coun
slice It Cigarettes and perfume and
food. Goshl How do they stand =
foor child white ss . Sheath"
she looked up into his eyes. "a
tender and anxious for her. 1T
;r sant tnat, Gurtis. It was-hear-
ing them talk about Constance How.
ara. I-couldnt bear It.
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