The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-10-06

r0mperS were too busy chasing each
other round and round the kitchen
Bang-Rosalie bumped her head
Her piercing scream rang out. 81
knew you'd do it," Eunice cried
"What did Mama tell you? Poor
out and boxed Ruby's ear smartly,
didn't I tell you not to play rough!
Didn't didn't II"
And now they were both shrek
ing. The baby in the bedroom woke
up and cried Justify too. The par
rot in the cake on the floor guzzled
her bread and squawked.
"Billie! Billie awk awk
Billie! Gracious-late againl''
Joan stood bewildered, holding
tight to Mrs. Martins little red
hand. Bills mother was the only
one who was real, the others were
just people out Of = nightmare. a
terrible, mixed up nightmare.
"What are we going to do?" she
kept repeating duly. "We've got
to do something"
I'm tryin' to think" the old lady
said at last, "but seems like there's
something wrong with my head. I
never had any trouble like this be.
fore :. all kinds Of bad luck, but
nothin' like this" The tears were
streaming down her face again.
Bill was always such = good boy,
never any trouble and now he's
jim iail-"
"Oh, Ma, don't carry on so!'
Eunice shrilled above the racket.
"Milt and / feel q bad - you do"
HE shouldn't have been speed
ing-and he wouldn't have got
caught" Milt broke in harshly.
joan blanched. Her hand flew to
her throat, nervously. It was true
it was her fault Bill was in jail.
He was coming to her. fast Is the
wind. If he hadn't been speeding 70
her, they wouldn't have stopped
him, wouldn't have known what was
in the milk cans. -.
She couldn't take her eyes of
Mills little piercing black ones.
They were boring right into her
4S0NLIl8 AsO1 SAAAAOs go x110 1Ou8 yGls
low finger was pointing at her too.
-. "Say-how did you know about
all this, oh? He was trying TO finish
the run, and see you-eh1 After
ten o'clock ct night. eh! Pretty
"Milt!" Eunice cried sharply.
sits Miss Van Fleets niece, l tell
you! Are you crazy, Nilt? Talking
like that" she turned to Joan, her
voice like honey. "You mustn't mind
him Miss-Miss-"
Hastings"
"Miss Hastings he's nearly
Grassy with that tooth of his, and al
our trouble. You must excuse him,
And excuse the kitchen, too. didn't
get around TO cleaning it this week,
with Mama laid up, TOO, and all-''
"Oh. but he's quite right" Joan
said IN her clear, honest voice. 'He
was coming to 80 ne-thAt's how
knew something had happened"
They oil stared at her. To think
Of Bill. going with Miss Van Fleets
niece! "We1ll" Eunioo said, xustily,
"The rich Van Fleets. 80. Well!"
Old Mrs. Martin mapped her eyes
and looked at Joan again. With
trembling fingers she snaoothed the
thin gray hair drawn % tiShtly III
to the little hard walnut ct the back
Of her head. She smiled up q Joan
mp rSSSly !, and said HISS bright too
Nov The man was talkiae again.
"Dail-anAyno Miss Hattin6s could
help out. & she's y Old friend 81
.You nssn-monsy?"
He licked his lips nervOusly. slsI
take care Of al that myself, only,
just q the present-6na1eially en-.
barrassed. !"
His eimlet eyes were boring inte
her again. I'VE ara too-onancially
embarrassed" she said slowly,
But do you lnoo1-thot money
would get Bill out
Hs nodded. "1foney vim eet any.
body 0ut-of anythin9."
"But only have twelve dollars,
left over from my tickstl"
His 9aee fell.
TEL me-quielt-how inuch!"
I'll 60 home and soe. ! think
hopo-Oh ] know ] can ret the
money! IN b right back-Wait-' y
She ran Ill the way hone ~ Tho
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