The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-08-07


the right girl to his eagles nest
with that strange look in his eyes
and again in the tent. 49,.
Because a man wants to kiss = girl
oh, fool! l never specialized on
what man might mean before. But
it takes time for those things to
happen. Maybe he wouldn't ever
think Of me in that way. And if he
did m aybe he's poor and we'd
have to wait years and years. Only
old things can rush into marriage
with poor girls.
"No time to waste" can old
man" ). Homeless" =. "Penni-
less" sang her motor.
Perhaps he'll come over tonight
anyway. He isn't easily turne d
aside. He showed that when I tried
to freeze him on the beach. Perhaps
it isn't as bad rs Aunt Pam thinks.
I may not have to marry At all
anybody. I'll have the truth from
Dadums before I do any desperate
daughter stuff.
Mrs. James Darcy Warren, famed
on two Continents for her exotic
beauty, submitted herself to . big
rocker on that side Of the veranda
girdled hotel which commanded =
view If tho drivewav.
Ben had reported that Patricia
had not returned the car, and I'M
asy and disturbed, Pamela had
come to the hotel Immediately after
lunch. She was not happy over what
she had said to Patricia in the
morning. Pats youth and beauty,
given time, would put her in . posi-
ton to choose for herself. But in
view of her fathers pressing situa-
tion-ah, the pity Of it. -.
The Gulf Stream had withdrawn
its cooling breath. The low land lay
fallow in tho heat. The older wo.
men were resting" in their rooms;
the men were on the links. Now and
again young folk wandered away
into a jungle-park on which the
hotel gave at its back.
a taxi swung into the driveway.
Porters ran out and began snatch
ing = multitude Of bags bearing
foreign labels. A woman in = sand
ensemble, sand shoes and hat, fol-
lowed the porters up the broad
steps. A medium sized woman Of
thirty or thirty-five, quiet, colorless
in dress and manner, yet drawing
the eye.
Pamela, who scarcely ever noted
hotel arrivals, remarked her ap-
pearance in detail, wondering who
she was: Beautiful, without having
ny claim to beauty. Distinctive,
yet not distinguished" The woman
disappeared in the wide entrance;
but her image, like = passing Whit
Of perfume, remained.
Harvey Blaine, looking like .
mournful horse, came out, peering
anxiously about, and Joined Pamela
to engage in bromide conversation
about the fine weather. Scarcely
hearing him, specializing about the
swift charm Of the woman in sand,
Pamela watched anxiously for Pa
tricia.
She saw Mr.. Braithwait's tall
form coming up the walk. His step
was little slow, his fine erectness
dropped somewhat. Or so it seemed
to the disturbed woman. She well
coined him warmly; but was saved
an uneasy explanation Of Patricia's
absence by the sound Of flying foot
steps.
Lunch overt" called Patricia
from the walk. II mean, has the
hotel lunched without mel"
The fashionably CARRIED clothes
rack beside Pamela unfolded like
the swapping open Of . jack-knife;
the long mournful countenance Of
Harvey Blaine beamed.
"Give an account Of your absence,
young lady" Accepting the chair
Blaine offered him, Mr.. Braithwait's
gentle eyes regarded Patricia with
mock sternness.
A proud man; determined, even
10 little ruthless you would say ct