The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-09-27

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Veronica-of Veronica at sixteen
was strained close to her heart, ThI
little mother she had never known
Her pretty one. Her dear ons.
Aunt Evvie Il Q liar. . double,
dyed. twenty-times, liar, I know Ga,
isl" she whispered 70 the little min.
iature, 80 oddly like herself. n
don't believe her-don't you know
don't-wherever you sre?"
And she cried because Il w.sn',
any use. Something In EWES cold
dark eyes, something in Babes piti.
full clutching hands had told her. I,
wasn't . lie. Il Was tho truth.
The breeze from the bay svept
In coolly, lifting the lone Swiss cur.
tains, caressing her tear-stained
cheek. It brought with Il the tam
Of sea things. . hint Of tar, ! breath
OF some aromatic shrub from the
garden. Then sweetly, overpow.
eringly fragrant, the smell Of The
wet, purple lilacs.
Joan sprang 70 her feet, n
don't care il it IL trus!" she cried.
ITS z real love story-l'm proud
I'm . Hastingsl No wonder he loved
her-she was beautiful and fine and
wonderful! / love her too-more
than ever-1 do do"
Again the little salty rust from
the bay, the little Whispering Of the
leaves in the rose garden under the
window, the heavy scent Of the
lllAcs. Romance rode on the broexe.
Veronica, the little dead mother.
was nearer than she had ever been.
and dearer.
Joan reached out her arms. II
am like you'll" The old mirror over
the dresser flung hack her image.
starry-eyed, aflame with the first
c0nsciousness Of her own beauty.
Why We look exactly alikel And /
will b like you-they can't stop me
from it! I will! I will"
Joan sat 1t her bedroom window.
trying to study. The dor-eered
geometry was propped up before
her, but the big French window
overlooking the garden was before
her, too. And the garden Was full
Of fragrance. Little rustline noises
IN the budding rose trees down b.
low. A big yellow and black buttar.
ny on the very top Of the tallest
white rose bush. Blue jays scoldine
IN the big pine tree near tho hedge,
THE square Of tho hypotsnuss-
the square"
The printed page blurred. It's 20
hard to put your mind on geometry1
when you've Just lost your best
friend. Hilda Ssdewick wss mad sc
her-mad clear through.
why can't you walk up 10 the
Point with met" Hilda demanded
hctly . they were coming from
Aunt Evvio-"
~Oh, ! know, you can't ever dol
anything that's any fun, but good
night, Johnnie, don't you ever have
70 PIT botany specimens the same g
! Do at school. and won't she have
to !et YOU do that?"
Eyes, but
wei. why can't ~ Do Il to-
gethsrl"
TT have mins already. I sot
thsm early before school Ills
Johnnie Hastinssl And you
never said . word to mel You
pas 3, right square by ny house |
1T was awfully early"
~Oh, I'll rieht-if you don't want |
70 90 With mo rs all right You
!eem . have changed al q . sud |
den though"
-a 81. ! haven't I Do want to|
Only what!s Hides dark eye.l
were mapping. Her broad shoul. |
defs II THAR white woUlly sweater |
were thrown back, hau9htily.
They were m odd PART thjck.sstI
Hilde IA her 1naart sport clpthess(
and tall, slender Jean IN her shiny |
blue serGe, made ont 81 "a old coot I
d Aunt Babes, but they loyed 1aeh |
other. They always had, IN spjte 81 |
Aunt Evvle's 0xpressed objections.
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