The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-08-22
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He spoke to Jack eagerly .. Jack
talking to him. Protest in the
clerks face; then, slow agreement
and the serious air Of q fellow con-
spirator.
HE has promised not to give
Jacks name to the papers," she
thought. "He didn't want to
But Jack is the kind Of . man who
gets what he wants usually"
The elevator opened. A woman
stepped ,ut. An exquisite woman
dressed in sand color from head to
foot. Her shoes and hose exactly
matched the simple yet exquisitely
tailored frock. Her hair, parted on
one side of . low forehead. was =
little darker sand and her perfect
marcel had the look Of having been
tailored zoo. Not an ornament.
Plain as m old-time wedding ring,
yet smart, oh, very smart and mod
ern. A slightly short, lightly
square woman, altogether satisfy
ing.
A pair Of large hazel eyes rested
on Patricia. The eyes we're friend
", but did not quite reach The
point Of . smile; :hey passed to
Jack now nearing the elevator.
She stepped out, addressing Tho
bellboy carrying Jacks bags. He
pointed to the right. She smiled
her thanks, and her smile seemed
to encompass Jack Not q forward
or flirtatious smile, just quiet, en-
comprising, quite impersonal, yet
personally engaging. They did not
speak. but when Jack faced around
in the elevator his eyes were smil-
ing. They followed the lady in sand
on her way to the library.
To her surprise Patricia found
that she also had responded to that
encompassing smile "Person-
atty" she thought. dropping down
on . big divan and tucking her feet
up under her. "Colorless - the
desert, and Is poignant"
Her thoughts returned to Jack.
He had packed up his things last
night-in bright moonlight, before
he knew there would be rain. he
had meant it-He would not give
her up without q struggle. She
thought Of her dream; savage mer
slashing at each other with strange
weapons. A little thrill caught her
sharply, passed ~ sharply. Per-
haps Jimmie would not fight. Per-
haps he didn't want her.
She was covering the tragic pos
sibilities in this thought when Ida
Ragan. tall, blonde, slinky a to
movement and figure, entered, fol-
lowed by the gang" They
pounced on Patricia.
"What . day!. -. What'u We do?
-. Think up something, can't you ?
Library? Children, Pat sug-
gests the library Is if it isn't duh
enough already Arthur, speak
up. You're from Tampa. What do
people do in Florida when it rains ? +"
"Well," replied Arthur, dropping
into q chair as if too weary to hold
himself together, "f you all want to
you can come up to my ROOM"
Lets Co." cried Ida, showing
signs Of life. Come on, Pat"
II can't. I've got date"
"A date? Who with? .
To do what? ."
ITO do nothing. Just to wait here
for . handsome young man."
"A new man? Have we seen him |?
When did he arrive? Where's he
FRONT How'd you meet hint"
"You boys 60 on to your date
with the bellboy," Ida said. her
slinky figure Strengthening. well
stay and help Pat keep hers"
Arthur was frowning darkly. He
didn't want to 60. But it was his
suggestion. The men pulled him =
his feet. He protested noisily. The
lady in sand came from the library
carrying a book. They paused b. .
Noise lessening All watching
her cross the lounge Who's
she? Not q beauty but-somethine
about her -.
| Not until she entered the eleva-
tor did they resume their rough
persuasion Of Arthur. He yielded
reluctantly, casting a dark glance
At Pat. Several girls went along.
Most Of them stayed.
Ito Be CoatinuedY