The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-02-24
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81 AIIene CorIiss

dumping his armful Of bundles onto
the table lighted . firs already laid
in the black marble fireplace.
With . checkered apron, which
they kept for these occasions, tied
over her Office dress, Stanley began
efficiently opening the packages.
They had decided finally on sau-
sages, and in = few minutes they
were sizzling fragrantly in > pan,
while coffee bubbled gently over .
second gas burner.
"Some day when I'm very rich
I shall buy . percolator," an
nounced John Harmon, - the am.
Der liquid bubbled over and put out
the gas fame.
THAT" said Stanley quickly.
"would spoil everything"
"Being very rich?"
sOf course not, stupid-makine
coffee in . percolator!"
$50 middle class, You meant"
grinned John Harmon, pushing his
typewriter onto the door and set
tine the table with . miscellaneous
collection Of dishes, bought ~ nee
essity demanded 1t the ten cent
store.
Exactly" agreed Stanley.
The room was quiet for . space.
The fire burned briskly on the
hearth, the sausages sputtered in
their pan. Stanley. standing over
them with Q fork In one hand, .
pickle in tho other, said suddenly,
'sYou know. this room has lots Of
possibilities it just cries to b
fixed up"
1T certainly cries for paintlS
agreed John Harmon feelingly.
"Soft ivory paint, . dull green
door. chintz curtains ct tho VIM
dows, ! couple Of big wing chairs,
some pewter candlesticks with tall
blue candles, IN old maple desk. .
big divan with lots Of cushions.
some flowers in blue bowls, . few
pictures on the wall. . singing ket-
tie on the hearth
that's not . room you're d.
scribing," interrupted John Harmon
huskily, "that's . home" And knsw
he shouldn't have said It.
Eyes, l know" Stanley answered
quietly and turned . sausage sx-
pertly. She had learned . lot about
cooking-and othsr things-from
John Harmon.
"By the way, i've lost my job"
she told him later, when they had
finished eating and were having
their cigarettes and coffee. Stanley
had the one and only comfortable
chair and John Harmon sat On the
door in front Of her, his long legs
sprawled out to the leaping fire.
1.-THE other girl 10 back again."
she explained briefly.
|. II hate to think Of your looking
for . job. ! wish things were-dif-
ferent." He did not look ct her, he
looked into the fire.
"How different, John Harmon1"
"Oh, just different" John Har-
mon shrugged and laughed . bit
awkwardly. "What are you going
to DO about 1.-THE job. I mean?"
II don't know, exactly. I'd
thought Of part-time governess -
teaching French and music, I sup.
pose"
'But you'd hate that sort d
thingl"
cot course, but I'm not keen
about o1ics work for that matter.
and the other would pay better"
Don't you ever want to 70
back9" John Harmon was lighting
: cigarette. There was Z blur 81
smoke before his eyes. "To where
you came FRONT"
NO"
.But you'd set away from III
this
Stanley interrupted him with 4
short little laugh. Don't talk Ike
Valerie" she told him, sand DOM
b % sure I want TO get away .freu
al this certainly don't, not On
the terms I'd have 70 90 hack on"
''You meant"
Marriage or ehsrity-both
equally impossible"
Eyes, of course"
$50 il you don't mind too much.
I'm going to stay right here"
(Te 1e Csatiausl)