The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-08-23

days. A chill wind blowing. Palm
B each's disgruntled paymasters,
enraged by the dishonesty Of =
state selling sunshine and giving
short measure, returned in train
loads to more equable Northern
climates where three days Of rain
came not in winter, and sweaters
were not needed to ward of cold.
There was no bathing, no tennis,
no joyriding, nor hiking, Even the
tea dansants in the Pavilion which
always helped fill an hour or so of
afternoons had to be discontinued.
The hotels were like tombs.
The Warren villa, alone, was
never dull. Patricia's house party
was = veritable "godsend" to tho
entire youth Of the colony. Pamela
was not q novice at entertaining
and saw to it that her restless
guests were occupied from late
breakfast till midnight supper. But
expert As she was, she thanked the
gods for Jack Laurence. While in
no sense an entertainer" he had
within himself = fathomless we'll
Of joy. He did an amazing number
Of things-out OF date things, often.
which, nevertheless, were amusing.
Like playing the guitar. He said he
had picked it up from the Mexicans,
which was ''keen". But he decidedly
had not picked up the rich mellow
voice that filed the room when ne
sang. And it was "too killing" the
way he always singled out one Of
the girls, singing to her, eyes de-
spairing, impersonating some old
time italian or gypsy swain. He
never chose Patricia for his play
acting. he vas too serious about
her. ont supposed. But they didn't
mind. They were thrilled" TO b
singled out by him in any way.
He played the piano too. How hs
played! Anything you put before
him. Jazz il You wanted it. But
also Beethoven and Schubert when
be wanted these. They scorned
classical music; but he had = way
Of compelling their attention "a
throbbing quality in mis- playing
that ached inside Of you. Pat al
ways drifted over to him 1t these
times. - if in = dream, usual,
sank down on the bench beside him
with . sort Of other-world look in
her blue eyes. Sometimes he 2lay-
ed things which shsy suspected
were his own. things that hunt %
the tears would ruL down your
checks, and the men would sneak
out one BY one.
Then, after he had made you CIV.
he would stop suddenly, take out
his pencil. make some swift marks
on . sheet Of music and would
show You your own picture looking
50 woebegone.
He really was . scream. So
what was that word! - from the
god OF something-oh. yes, mereu-
rial. Sometimes when he allowed
the men to draw him into an arru.
ment you would decide he was IA
reality = terrible hshbrow. Then
he would SKATER the black serious-
ness Of everybody with some ab.
surdity.
For once '4the gang" was never
bored. Even the men quit talking
20 much about what 4 rotten vorl1
it was; what beasts ill men and
women were under the thin shell
Of civilization; and that animal
erahhcation was all there was,
As for Patricia, despite the tor.
ture Of Jimmie's nearness and his
continued and inexplicable silence.
she was not insensible to 9irlish
triumph when Jack, entering 4
room. drawing all eyes with his
flashing smile. passed them over.
dissatisfied till he found her.
1t was nice. Oh, nice. It made
you feel that you weren't 4 per,on
to be kissed then tossed aside
forgotten, as if you had no perm.-
nency of charm. You knew il Won
ever kissed Jack he would not
leave you Inundated, shattered and
shamed.
Ito Be Continued,
r. 1442 - Vic.