The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-11-13
$S'IOLEN LOVE-
bu HAZEL LIVINGSTON

"Because-hang tive haven't
made up our minds. You exasperate
me. Let it go--or if the woman has
to have her answer today, tell her
no. Tell her no anyway, I don't want
to live in her darn house"
After he had gone she had little
cry. 1t hurt, to have him in such .
vile temper toward her
after al she had done for him
when she thought of nothing but
his happiness to have him
turn on her that way his own
mother !. after all the years Of
unfailing sweetness and considera-
ton.
ITS that girl,"'she thought bit.
terly. HE hasn't been himself since
the night he met her. Oh Curtis,
why did you choose her why
did you? I knew from the first it
woul d mt do II. = mother
"Would you like little hot cof-
fee, Mrs. Barstow?" Annie asked
alphabetically.
Lyla rose majestically. mo,
tO1nk you, Annle.
Annie had been listening in again.
Brrrr -. Brr =.
Maisie stirred in her sleep.
Heavens, the doorbelii. A FIN fine tim:
Of morning for the doorbell
she opened one eye reluctantly. Sun!
Sun streaming right on to her bed!
Shed oversight again. Darn that
cheap alarm clock, you couldn't de-
pend on it. Must be nine o'clock.
and Joan still asleep
Her fat feet pumped into the
pink satin mules Mis- Harvey had
given her for Christmas, she pulled
the lavendar corduroy robe around
her generous figure, and CROPPED her
way to the door.
YES, who, is it,"
But whoever it was had zone.
"John-nee!" she called from thu
bathroom where she was trying TO
wake herself with vigorously
splashed cold water. "Johnnie! I'ye
overslep' again-it's late!"
Just one minute-to put the cot.
Tee on-snd she was back at Joan's
door. "Johnnie-get up this min.
rte-l'm awfully sorry-1 over.
DWELL" she sputtered. when abe
had opened the door. what does
Joan lay face downward on the
bed, one limp hand dangling. She
wore the thin dark dress she had
worn the day before. The wind from
the window stirred its folds gently.
There was something about the
Wy sne was lying =. something
about the curve Of her neck.
Maisie stood lettering on the
doorsill. Fascinated. Unable to 90
forward or back.
Another puff of wind lifted the
thin dark stun Of the dress. but ths
girl did not move.
e WAS then that Maisie screamed
Malsle's scream rose thin And
eurvlng, curving around the linn
hand that dangled from the he'd
curving into Joan's consciousness
bringing her back back from
t1e 1iackness in which she had aoat-
ed al night, the formless, peaceful
nlackness. in which there were no
thoughts. no memories, no tears
/ "Goshl1 M..isi. painted 81,
thousht-I thought for q minute !.
Her waIm hands were On Joan's
cold shoulders, lifting them. "You
eeve me IN awful turn, lying there
% quiet, with al your ciothes' Tor an
/. johnnie tell Maisie
something happenedl Tell Msi.ie i;
| And then in . hiRh. scoidin1 vnic.
4 sas cllea. you haven't gone and
o!99e your engagement. you foolish
Joan held out her hand. the linn
D!ne hand on which Curtis's rins
Sal! Dla1ed, brightly IN the sun.
j They both stared st Il. irwin. -
nna COMFORT u it's bright hars
D?euty. Maisie frightened stili 49,.
\ ptd With sleep. Her large mini ~
mottled and anxious. joan'a Witt M
and expressionless. A maak - :
facs out Of which her ewes ioc 4.
unnaturally dark and briiii. "a
peled, I think you're ! mighty a a;i|v
XXI: l y.e on top Of your bed III
a.xnt .ltn your clothes on, catchine
your death Of cold. Mo- vc,,
] l g tax , warm bath an 1 rood :olS S
shower. an I'll have breskSsst
ready. Of oil the foolishness !
; Sxer . alo see y. givin' me . turn
1sN0 U84a0 . o a6