The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-10-20
NSTOLEN LOVE-
BIZ HAZEL LIVINGSTON

utes passed. The two big tears
that had gathered in her eyes
splashed on her pale silk dress.
"Guess where / found emf" Mrs.
Martin came back chuckling. I'm
the cooler. I must have left them
there when I went out to get the
milk. An don't forget to- write me
down your address when you 60,
dearie, lost that other piece Of
paper / had it on. I'll tell Bill to
90 and sec you when he comes
back"
Shed tell Bill. Ask him to 60
and see her. Joan's throat seemed
20 close up again, choking her.
"Didnt he-ever ask about met"
SWELL, now, boys don't ever write
much in letters" the kind old voice
droned on. but know he'll be
real glad to sec you. She said he
thought he'd stay right on in the
south permanent, but / guess he'll
be coming home for Thanksgiving
anyway. Bill always said there was
nobody like Ma for mince pie. ]
always made two pies on Thanks.
giving. . mince and . squash"
Joan stood up. There was no use
waiting any longer. It was just 10
she knew Il would be. He hadn't
asked. He hadn't cared. It was oil
over. Another girl by now most
likely Ill over ;. oil over.
Mrs. Martin stood on tiptoe and
kissed her. "Come back soon,
dearie.0 she said.
Joan, smiled back bravely. "Good-
byel Goodbyel" But she knew she
would never come back. Never
come back to Sausalito again.
Never stand on the high road and
look across the bay to Belvedere,
never see the lights twinlkling on
the little boats bobbing up and
down in the dark water in the night.
Never smell the pungent spicy
smells Of the tiny shrubs and weeds
IN the summer sun, never listen to
the lap, lap, lap Of the water, and
the squeak Of the big ferry tied to
the dock.
Near Captain Horners old boat
house . woman stopped her. A
dusky haired woman, with hard.
dark eyes, and . dropping cupid,e
bow Of . mouth. Dolores Gerwin.
the wife Of the garage man Bill
used to work forl
"How do you dot" she cried. sOr
maybe you don't remember me7
You've changed . good deal your
self. I'm Mrs. Gerwin. / under.
stand we had mutual friend"
"A WHAT"
"A mutual friend. Bill Martin
You know. He sure did my husband
. bum turn. Quit without Q min
ute's notice. After Ill he did for
him. ! used to see him up around
your place at night"
Joan paled.
@Yss. "a 80 him = I'd 60 By for
my evening walk. always
thought It's none Of my business.
but Il was her, ! sure wouldn't
waste my time'."
sI'm afraid haven't the time to
waste talking about 10 now" Joan
said coldly. II have TO catch ! boat"
He was . chaser, il ever there
was one. ] never trusted him
never. He used 10 try % make m
% me. but wouldn't look at him
IL"
"!'m 50 sorry, but can't miss my
e:at. MN. Gerwin." Not even Aunt
Eve could have been more frig-
Idly 4nal than Joan.
| Dolores watched her 10. Her
plump figure shook under lts ru1les
and bows and Aounees Of red dotted
swiss. stack up snob@I hate her
IL hate her"
/ Mr.. Martin, clearing mn han.
| PLY altar her caller. dropped tke
/ gilt Idarning basket and cent thS
Ispools and balls rafting over ~
moor. ~ she picked up Buzz bic.
ture abe thought, ssNow amt that :
Ishamsl She forgot 20 riye nne ~
address after AL ~
il At the ferry building in San
Francisco joan was tslephouing.
] MI. Berstow. Yes. m wait ~
MIN =. Curtis /. TIM % Lonely
tonight. Would you-would YOU
Ike 20 take mo ont somewhero3I
il Curtis BarstoW's smile fingered
After 10 had hung up the receiyer
. and turned to Els stenorranher
again. He fingered the s6esf 81
Papers on his desk, struggling TO
!. coliect his thoughts. L Wa the
hr!t time Joan had asked anything
Il In reply would STATE
i HIS eyes Travelled upward to the
clock. Five minutes past i've. An.
otner hour and he'd Geo her, this
lovely golden girl hs w.s-why not