The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-11-15

He ran downstairs TO break the
news that he Was going away to the
family and Susan cried as she
packed his tennis racket and his
boxes Of typewriter paper, and the
Bible that had belonged to his moth
er. He Was taking 90 much more
than himself away, it seemed to her.
He was taking their past, his own
and hers, too the years when
they had planned great futures for
themselves - soon rs they were old
enough to ret away from the SCOT
blackened old house.
There was cold roast beef for din.
ner that night, and Aunt Edna came
waddling out TO the kitchen 1t six
o'clock to ask Susan 70 make .
Yorkshire pudding to 70 with it.
The Brodericks had always made q
great point Of their English descent
and there was . family coat-of.
arms, framed. hanging In the hall.
Toward the end Of the meal Uncle
Worthy got up from the table,
walked into the hall, and came hack
carrying it in his arms.
I'm going to give You this for .
wedding present, young fellow" he
said, Ticking dust from it with his
napkin and shooting IN accusing
glance 1t Susan whose busting had
been sketchy that morning because
Of her eagerness to 70 downtown to
see Wallace. "You may enjoy show.
ing it to your children some day.
They may like 70 know that their
people are fine old English stock. "
my mother always told mo that
Grandfather Broderick used to boast
Of having been . farm boy" an
swered John, taking the gift in his
arms, land I've always thought it
was line Of him TO admit II after he
became rich, instead Of pretending
that he WAS something else. !.
Where did We ret this thing? :"
"Your Uncle Worthy sent for It.
Some man makes . business Of look
ing up peoples family trees for
them and having their coat-of- arms
copied. It costs Ave hundred dollars
to have it DONE" Lutte replied in =
thick voice. She had had . bad cold
for . day or two and her eyes were
red tonight and she had forgotten to
put on her lipstick and her pearl
button earrings.
Before John left ct half past
seven she went to bed with . hot
water bottle ct Ter feet, and some
kind Of black salve smeared on her
nose and throat. It left . long
mark on Johns face when she said
goodby TO him. hugging him tight
to her pink flannel chest.
Susan left the house with him.
They were to 70 to the Cullens' to
pick up Connie on their way to the
station. and o they started toward
Mills Road they saw Allen step
from street car that stopped ct the
corner. Il was his night to 60 to
his law class, and Susan had Z sick
uneasy conviction that he had come
home early to hear what she had to
tell him about Wallace.
He came up to them and spoke 70
John, catching Susan's hand in his
for IN instant, pressing it hard. 81
just saw Mary Cullen and she told
me that you and Connie were mar
tonight"
"Yes, that's the way things hap
pen in the newspaper business
with . snap" said John comfort
ably. "Don't you want to come
along to the station with us? Then
you can bring Susie back ;. We're
going to the Cullens' first"
a southbound street ear came
along and they lifted Johns suit
cases to the platform and boarded it
where did he zee Mary Cullen :"
Susan asked herself @ they sat
down in . row. Mary with her
clever way with men-Mary would
manage TO rec him Il she wanted to.
where did you see Mary. Al.
LENT" Susan asked when they were
hurrying down Mills Road, going
single-file through the snow drifts,
"On the Public Square. She was
on her way home and | was going
to get something to eat. But when
she told me about John / thought I'd
better come home, ] knew you'd be
upset about him."
| Susan's bare hand, curled inside
her pocket, reached for his and
found It. She was no longer Jealous
Of Mary Cullen.
In the driveway that ran alona
the side Of the Cullens' house stood
lthsir touring ear. The kind of ca1