The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-10-18
LOVE-
BY HAZEL LIVINGSTON
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wings of black hair low over her
cheeks, but even Joan knew she en-
We'd her.
Only Marguerite Sanderson,
working to support a tubercular ex-
soldier husband, was different, and
nobody minded if she was standof-
fish-they called her "poor Marg-
uerite" and planned surprise boxes
for her dying boy. She had an ex-
cuse for keeping to herself-she had
q tragedy to live with
"Marguerite's . saint" Maud
said.
"Marguerite's q saint"-and she
"For the last time, Hastings, will
you come up to my apartment after
liked the girls, and they liked her.
dinner?" Maud asked. II swear this
is the last time I'll ask you'll"
Francine heard. She came and
patted Joan's shoulder. eyes, 90
with the girls, dearie. I'm going Ia
run up to Mama's myself tonight
I'll tell her where you are"
Joan gulped. IAN right. And
thanks. Maudie-I'd really like to
comet"
"Well, let's start" Anna said
smuggling into her squirrel coat
and adjusting her wrist watch over
her glove.
Marguerite Sanderson wouldn't
come with them, she wanted to e
out to the hospital and see her hus.
band instead.
"Pity she wouldn't send him oui
to the Veterans Hospital ct Liver.
more or Palo Alto or somewhere,
Hogan shifted. "Then she wouldn't
have to be running to zee him every
night, and it would be better fol
him anyway. This town is no placl
for . man with T. B.
"But he isn't going to get better
so what's the dift?" inquired practt
cal Maudie.
"Well, Murphy! About two hun
dred dollars . month difference
Why sacrifice yourself for . mar
that is going to die anyway? Pretty
soon all she'll have for her trouble
will be = lot Of gray hairs and :
tombstone"
Maudis Murphy chuckled. mos,
Of Us never have . tombstone Tor
souvenir" She patted her brassy
curls tenderly. "All ! ever had Wal
the gray hairs to remember my true
love by"
They al laughed 1t that, oil but
Joan. She didn't laugh. Like
Mahdie she had nothing to mourn
nothing to remember her love by
Not even . photograph or > 1t
ter. -.
"The regular dinner?" Z waiter
was asking. They were at the little
Italian restaurant already, and
Joan's thoughts % far away. 49,.
regular nothing!" Maudil
doomed. "What do you take ~ for
hicks? Just because hve lone
women" !.
"Oh, 20 on and order and don't
talk 90 >much!" Hogan cut in. Sew.
eral diners were turning to look q
them, Maudie talked 90 loud. Thu
orchestra struck up. Two Or threl
couples rose and began TO dance u
the center 81 the room.
Someone was waving Ut Anna,
little man with shell-rimmed glasses
and . bald head. "Call him over
hers-hs's got two othsrs with
himlS Aline whispered. but Anna
wouldn't. She elided over 70 hid
table, smiling vaguely.
"This h the last time ] 80 any
where with kerl" Hogan 1norted.
1.-THE same thing every time. I'm
sick Of Il. Do you think she'd intro
duce him? No-not her. That VA
Arlin Savenski, the tobacco man.
Worth Q mint. The selfish pfglS
Mapdis and Aline melted away
while Hogan Was talking. They
were dancing too. Hogan's hatchet
face under her girlish purple hat
was red and angry. And then Z
young boy came and stood beside
them.
"Dancing?" he asked smiling.
Joan looked down ct her plate,
terribly embarrassed. When she
looked up again Hogan had gone
away with him. She was lauehine
up % him ~ she danced.
After = long time Hogan came
back with the boy. They sat With