The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-02-13
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that she could. not choose but
dance.
"You don't know what you're
talking aboutv' his voice smoth-
cred between his teeth, "You
don't know, I tell you-God-
what I've been through tonight"
"And ly' her voice was shrill.
T-waiting-poor fool-a door
mat-your doormatv' She tried
sob.
His eyes flinched and he shook
her gently. '.No! You don't know
what you're talking about-l've
got to tell you"
She lifted bright, indignant eyes.
"You have nothing to say to me-
not anything-ever again"
He was white to the lips. "Per-
haps you're right - perhaps It's
best. But you must know
The music stopped and she tore
herself out Of his arms. Walked
back to the table, threading her
way through the crowd 80 that he
could not reach her to speak.
He followed, stood for . mo-
ment - she took her chair.
"Ardeth" - he stopped, white
misery turning his face to ! mask.
She would not lift her head. He
made . queer futile gesture with
his hands. Suddenly walked away.
Revelation and Heartache.
Ardeth saw, through eyes blurred
with angry tears, that Tom had
seated himself in the chair op-
posite. Toms broad face was
very grave. He studied her DOWN
cast eyes for . moment then nod
ded slowly.
$50. that's it :" he said
softly. 'Ken-isn't It, Ardeth?"
1t did not seem strange that Il
should be Tom Corbett sitting
there talking 20 quietly and % In
dmately with her.
A queer, puckered look about
Toms mouth. AZ though he tasted
defeat and found It vas not sVeet.
ken :" hs said again. He
reached over. placed . heavy hand
over her own where Il picked q
the tsblecloth.
Little kid" said Tom softly.
Don't get hurt. LITTLE kid"
White curtain blowing In and
ont the open window, sending q
ehastly whisper through the dark
Sinking into troubled dreams to
rouse with . start to depressing
Turning over YEARLY, bec.u..
the pillow under her cheek was
vet. Ken's voice sounding IN
her memory just - she doSed,
Perhaps you're right: perhaps It's
The space Of window 1t the foot
Of the bed gray with dawn. Far
away the rattle Of the first car
. coming nearer.
She awoke With . start. Mid.
morning sunshine streaming into
the room. The shrill summons Of
the telephone.
She clipped from bed and
heavily made her way 70 the vail.
phone. Tom had said he vould
ring her today. She wished nov
that he would not. ~.
ken's voice coming over IA.
wire: "Ardeth. I've got 70 e.,
you"
Heart humping % that a.
could not keep her voice steady.
"What's the use, Kent"
Lots Of use. Is II fair 90 con.
denim . man unheard3"
She was silent for . breath 81
tine. halt supporting herself 81
re phone. heavy eyes wstehinx
the curtain blow IN and ont,
Finally, In . tired voice. ssBut
what 2 there to say1 ] know what
do xou!" His voice was be.
ter. "coing 70 hold g your evn
version aren't your"
What else can I think?'s she
asked wildly. II waited and
shen, . zee you ;"
"Ardeth, I'm coming yighteverrs
- said and hung up before she
could protest.
She pulled q her clothes With
shaking hands. The Mhite-fscsd
Gir who looked back at her from
tne mirror va > stranger. She
flung on her coat. Pulled ! mali
nat down until it, brim shaded her
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