The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-10-02
NSTOLEN LOVE
By HAZEL LIVINGSTON

her. She who had no love but Bills,
couldn't be niggardly with hers,
She wanted him to know she loved
him.
There was no doubt about Il IA
her mind now. There would never
be anyone but Bill. Bill was hope,
and love and life, everything she
had dreamed Of, everything she
needed to live for.
In his saner moments, counting
out the money for the butcher bill,
or putting up new clothes line for
his mother, he knew that It was all
wrong.
"Gosh, must have been crazy. A
Van Fleet-and me. Ye godsl She's
just . fool Understanding me along
l guess. I guess she wouldn't ever
care for . fellow like me"
And then he couldn't rest until he
had seen her again. "Just this
once" he would think. ''I'll SEQ her
this once, and I'll kind Of let her
know that it's no good, and we'd
better cut It out before her aunts
find out and have . fit"
He tried TO tell her late one after
noon when they walked up the hill
road above the sea. There was .
sheltered place in some stunted
bushes, just OF the road. They sat
there in the sunshine, with the gilt
tering bay spread out before them,
and watched the fat white ferryboat
churning into the slip.
II suppose I'll b clearing out Of
here before very long-Eoing over
to the city" hs said guaFdedly.
She nodded. 81 s'pose -"
mo opportunities much hsrs-'
A feeling Of uttsr desola4ion
swept over him. sYou don't carel''
he . s5lse sasiYP dan. tA,n.-r a,a.,.
think you msant-that You wouldn't
come back" The words fairly
tumbled out Of her aching throsf.
"Bill-you didn't mean, not 70 zee
me any more?"
He saw her in . sort Of golden
mist, the sun was 70 bright, and his
eyes, somehow were blurred. No use
pretending he didn't love her-he
did-morc than anything In the
world, more than he had thought he
could ever love anyone. And he WAS
going 70 give her up, because she
was Z Van Fleet, and he was Just
no account.
He turned his head away, MUIR
INJURED 9omAthinR about Ss8Ank thine
that could happen for you"
Swiftly her arms tWined round
him: She was slinging to him with
oil her strength. "No-no-~ she
panied 1T wouldn't b. And b.
sides, won't give you up-ever!''
Her lips, incredibly soft and rcd,
met his. II won't give Jon up
With Joan's kisset sweet on hid
lips, and her honest syes, clear and
green - the 80, promising. Bill
made onD last lame effort.
"Gee-it would b years before ]
could-mar1y anybody. I'd have q
clear out for q while drst and ret
> JOB. ! haven't svsn st ths pIies
She hassl him again. n wouldn't
csrel"
Slowly they ct 70 their test. The
sun was setting. HI1l have q
hurFyl" she said. The locked q
each other and laughed deliGhtedly.
They wsfs hardly movin9, they
were walking % slowly, but fhe Van
Fleet hedge seemed running e. met
them-they were there % soon.
"Good-bye-dearl"
"Good-bysr" The word WAS . c.
ress.
Joan Aoated into The Kitchen. SIN
was walking on air. Mn. Hooley
was mashih9 potatoes, and her heal
was tied up ID . rcd plaid shawl, 4
sign that her temper and neuralgia
we're 1t their worst, but Joan VA
blind e bad signs.
She began 70 cut brad IN I
beatiflc daxe.
II said." Heeley was shoutini
now. Joan had 70 hear her. II sai1
your Aunt Evvie wes waitin' IN I'll
library TO see you. She eot ! letter