The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-11-20
'STOLEN LOVE-
BIZ HAZEL LIVINGSTON
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The taxi chugged away, her
bright face at the window blurred
and was gone.
Slowly he walked to the hotel,
buying all the evening papers on
the way. One Of them might have .
picture Of Joan.
The Farley's dinner was over
early, thank goodness. Joan came
in yawning, although it was just
half past ten. "Ooh, I'm sleepy.
They're the dullest people l ever
met in my life. But old, old friends
Of the BArstows, 50 we had to 20.
I'm dead for sleep. Sos Curtis. He's
so tired he's cross-Curtis-" She
laughed unsteadily. "Can you
sie?"
"Well, most men get that way
once in . while"
eyes, but Curtis isn't most men!
You know it sort of strikes mo
funny in q way. I'm almost glad he
does get cross-shows he's got his
failings like me. It almost scares
me sometimes-he's so good. And
the things his mother tells about
him! He's certainly been a wonder
full son to her."
"Why don't you 60 to bed il
you're sleepy" Maisie asked sensi-
bly,. "The one night you could get
little rest, you stand around and
but / wanted to tell you about
the weekend. Maisie, would you be
very lonely if I went up to the cabin
with Curtis"
IF you Wknt?"
"Oh, Maisie-you do look so
funny!" Joan dropped into tho
rocker, and shook with laughter.
"Oh, dear-I'm so tired I'm fool
ish. The cabin in the Santa Cru1
mountains where we were at
Thanksgiving. Mrs. Barstow and
Mrs. Cunningham, ! think-soms
friend of hers anyway-and another
couple, the Lairds, believe. Won't
it be great? A whole weekend, and
NOT = formal dinner!" She laughed
again, and yawned. II hope we have
lots Of picnics-you won't be lone
~, Maisie?"
Maisie beamed. "Well-if that
don't work out just fine. Here had
. letter from Gerald, that's my old
est boy in Stockton, asking me for
their wedding anniversary on Satur-
day. They're going to have quite q
time. I was thinkin' / might 70.
I've never even seen little Geraldine
l-imagine me . grandmother!-an'
suppose can put up with Alice
THAT'S Gerald's wife, for couple
LOT days, though what he ever saw
Tn that girl. piano legs, an . voice
like . foghorn-"
il Packing. The small fiat was in
IN uproar. Packages. Expressmen.
Delivery boys. Maisie was equipped
for six months ct the North Pole.
instead Of three days ct Stockton.
Gifts Tor baby Geraldine. Gifts Tor
Gerald. Gifts for the despised
Alice. Shed never make the train
=. never =. but al Of q sudden
the latest suitcase clicked shut,
with just = little piece Of kmono
sticking out, and she was ready. al
her packages and bags around hen
and the taxi man waiting ct the
door.
"Goodbye, dearie /. have I rood
time yourself -. you won't be lone
. some u you get home before I dot
You better call up Mis- Harvey. an
have her come stay with you !.
well. it's al right II you don't want
} her !: goodbye goodbye!"
II Maisie was on her Way!
i. Joan threw open all the windows
letting the morning air IN With 1
rush. Whewl What ! fuss.
I'll She finished her ewn packine
5 luxuriously. enjoying the beautifuj
solitude, the lefsurely ticking Of ~
clock, the feel Of the fuzzy White
sweater she was folding into her
= bag the look Of the sturdy AZ.
/ heeled shoes that would Be j,lst the
thing for hikes with Curtis while
i the bridge fiends played. u.
t Curtis !. her mouth twitched,
b She sank. in an dngraceful little
: heap on the floor beside the open
Y suitcase, looking at it with unsee
nOh Curtis dear ifIc.,
b only make up to you-for every.
th;ngLand forget forget every
Brrr ~. Brrr Brrr !. The
!, telephone. gansling, insistent.
Ito Be Continued Tomosrowl