The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 11, 1928, Page 9

) \ UOUNNONNALATRU AMANO LUT DOUUMAAUUUUUCNOCLUERR A UAC AUNT HUNCH HE dee Ra Py AMSEY was a mere. chi when folks called him “ oe Judge Ramsey the : was quite natural, for both Ramsey’ and gna had a Judge Ramsey the Third was six - years old when he sat in front of his first bench, a bench iin school. Even at that time he was a cold, deliberating little chunk of a chap with sad gray Gael it, as he grew older, and in a casual way he observed other things beyond his textbooks and bench, those eyes began to brighten. From the written precepts of life they began searching out the great teachings of life in its present tense. But even so, he compounded his delineations with @ grain of Ramsey salt. r were: noted for this. No one ever’ knew a sey to become excited. No matter how and fascinating an event, chibi stood on the heights like a blindfolded statue of justice and let the rest of the world do its thunder. But when J Ramsey the Third was fourth year in jool, and he was twenty-one ars old, fell heir to the sight of the red air, blue eyes, and freckled dimples of “Little Patty McGuire” from Brattle Alley. in Ramsey's methodical way, he conservatively observed this lovely Patricia. But, for the life of him, he could not connect such human assets with Brattle Alley—that crooked little lane down the sea’s edge, with its rabble and tumbled- down shacks. Ca Eventually he dismissed this problem by re-- calling the old: adage, “From the mire sometimes bloom the sweetest flowers.” But it took two more months for Ramsey to come to the realiza tes ae ot Patty McGuire was not a nymph out of m; jogy. This revelation he conveyed to his only school chum, Jack Hardy. “Congratulations!” cried Happy Jack, as he was favorably known. “Won't the old gent be tickled when he finds out that a Ramsey has crawled out of his shell.” “Kindly go easy on the subject,” entreated Ramsey. “You seem to forget the social gulf lying between Brattle Alley and King Hill.” “King Hill,—the devil with King Hill!” shot back Hardy. “The devil with it even though it is your home and my home.” : “I know, Jack,” pleaded Ramsey, “but one of our position must use discretion. . . . Cool . now. I'm sorry I told you.” “Be sorry nothing, ‘Ram,’ old kid. Get some fun out of life. Forget that blue blood of yours. Get out of the bounds of legalism for once and live. . . . Do you get me? . . . Live! UDGE RAMSEY the Third did, but not pect the Pa of ban oeEt aay he took into consideration age of Patricia, s ly he was met paren to her, his very own sister. lethodical as the devil he planned to'live—but not under the judgment of God, nor the judgment of man, | ‘At the time of the full consummation of well-planned adventure, Patricia received a golden sealed letter from Judge Ramsey the Third: ; “My dear Patricia McGuire,— May I have the pleasure of your company this evening? Perhaps we may attend the. per- formance at the Opera House. ‘Perhaps we may drive over to the Raven Inn at Painted Post. Or, erhaps, your most umble and obedient = Second. . + + He also had a year, of it, committed “in- | jury without wrong. KAIN O’DARE._ - Tlustrated by GEORGE CLARK IHROUGH the auspices of a footman, Judge Ramsey the Third was advised that Patricia would be ready promptly at seven. Through the auspices of a chauffeur, the young judge was endowed with the personal loveliness oe aa ol This biker within the adows rough! i wee a Cc race street, a fare leading ss “Tam very sorry, Patricia,” lied her host, ‘that I could not come to your very doorstep in Brattle Alley, but I had a very pressing en- ay here in Grace street until this very minute. at is on all right,” beamed Patricia at her Prince ming. it was awfully nice of you to send the car after me. . . . Isn't is a beauty?” “It’s rather old, Patty. . . . Do if I call eniedi9 that endearing oh ta ce No? . . . That is awfully nice of you, Patty. ~_. « Let's see, what was I saying? Oh, yes. ie is rather old. Last year's model, you Patty didn’t know anything about it, but she smiled Tatelligently. paca te “Now, let's see,” went on Ramsey the Third, “just what have you planted for the evening?” “I really believe that yours. will be quite acceptable,” thrilled Patty as they went over a thank-you-mam, i in unexpected close-intimacy to her Prince. Ramsey touched her hand and said: “Patty, you're a good fellow.” “T’m glad you think so,” she returned. Then Judge Ramsey the Third got into his grandfather's boots, and his father’s boots, and played his blood. “Over there,” he suddenly voiced, pointing at Court Square, and at a gilded dome rising almost to the crest of King Hill, “Over there, Patty, “Neogene —* ‘atty gai at county ‘court 4 n humbly folded her hands in her lap. “Hully gee!” she thoughtlessly emphasized in Brattle Alley slang. “‘It must be great to be heir to such great things.” “Oh, you mustn't say that,” remonstrated the potential judge. “Tt is merely the voice of the z voice of the people,” repeated Patty, meditatively, and with not on the dome o the court house but on the deep night and allur- ing stars that had settled down on King Hill and the very roof of the great Ramsey mansion. a Weer*. A month passed. A year passed. And a hundred-and-one nights therein to fill Patty McGuire’s\ heart, soul, mind and body with the glory of golden > hours. Indeed, she was now a nymph. ,No page in mythology was ‘quite as bewitching to Tadge Ramsey the Third as was one night with red- heatled, blue-eyed ree McGuire... Though Ramsey graduated with full hon- ors from high school and, father, was now ing’ law first-hand in a law office, he just couldn’t get down to bet i » In lower tone of voice he continued, “I take to ae er vepe vomt clean ; bef pn agp gh pred a aa father nervously tapped a sheaf of documents with a ruler. “Well, do we agree?” be finally asked ‘bis and she sank into deep cushions 26 des © cet “s guess yes,” he replied - : llowly. “But you eA. ieee rye bod a year of it with this—this Patricia.” a ““And so did I have a year of it in my youth. Not with a Patricia, as et Stes with ite as impossible.” Ramsey tl wed at his own confession. So “Yes I did, boy.” on the father. “I mchiricg ns you,” ae ke cao | slipping into the graces o aig “But what ad you do? How did iO” aay the Second rose to his feet, affec- ionately slapped his boy on his back, and with a chuckle informed him: “T got it out of my system. Do you under- stand son. I got it out of my system. . . . But watch your step. Be graceful, Tn legal terms, be ‘Damnum absque injuria. “And my dear sire,” beamed Judge Ramsey ‘the Third, “may I ask just what that means in E ? — —" rejoined Judge ee the. Sec- |, stepping t low and gazing across Cour’ Souar and_on down to the rooftops of Brattle y, “Injury without wrong. | Wrong for which the law provides no remedy. . ee INN was twelve miles from King Hill, and a thousand miles from the pocket- ron a Brattle Alls, Patty and Ram- sey the Third were % *You act nervous tonight,” Patty was say- ing. “You don't act natural. Please, dearie, Thee acl yong to tel,” Ri sh is absolutely to tell,” Ramsey said. ‘“Perhaps it's yourself. Have you thought of that?” ' Patty glanced back into one of the mirrors lining te ‘aven’s Fountain room. — Ra laughed boisterously, quite out of the peg him. H 4 ‘When Patty turned he was still laughing, but suddenly sobered down. “Tell me,” she tur- “Well, I'll tell you, . Perhaps it's over-study. Perhaps I need something to bolster me up: . . . Now don't be shocked, but just let you and I, for one night, tumble down from our hypocritical heights and have a few gin- “You mean like Ann Peters is drinking, over * Fag Pees fram Coney 7am bs " ee Ramsey rather gruffly. “You know she's Il right, of -the very elite, so to A “But I'm not,” returned Patty with a wry face. Ramsey liked that, and squeezed her hand. “You're a damn fellow!” he declared. “You remember first night you called me “Good fellow?’ ” Ze “Do 1? I'll say I do. “Ramsey, dear." “These aren't really Pa, are they? inke?” ‘ ; These ! “Don't be silly, Patty. What of it if are. Ue. Poms For one ni be live, . . . For one year we have : and let the heavens take w * Don't tall ike that. It ja't you" ae “Why ‘the ‘Brattle Alley,” Ramsey dear? Do like the sound of it?” ‘Why bring that up? Is ics? TE it is, how do you LY oa Patty: McGuire Ram- 0 eee ited under that-and was, inpired to drain her glass. ? (Copyright, 1928. NEA Magazine) CL Patty. UW é “Up with those damned lounge-lizard hands of yours, or I'll blow your guts out!" commanded the bandit. . . Family History > Repeats Itself mean it. And for that reason, bolster me along, dearie, bolster me along with your love.”” Judge Ramsey the Third raised himself “But I do love from his chair, faced the man bravely. 66] AMSEY, would you say that ir you were not drinking?” she asked. “Certainly I would say it!” defended Ramsey, and rang for more fizz. “Do you think it would be befitting of a Ramsey—er, Judge Ramsey the Third, to say it drunk or sober if he didn't mean it?” Patty meditated on that for a while, and also over her second glass, but eventually accepted Ramsey watched those glasses. As methodi- cal and ‘delineating as he had first watched Patty, herself, back in the school days, he atta those glasses. It was during fth round when he placed his hand strongly on hers, essayed some daring philosophy. i “Patty,” he said, “you and I have been going together, for over a year. You are of age, and I am of age. ere is no doubt. in my mind but what you love me. As:to-what lies in my heart for you, I leave that up for your intelli- gence to ferret out.” Ramsey cleared his throat, drained his glass, held Patty's to her lips and then rang for more. “Now,” he continued, “you and I are going to get down to brass tacks. . . . Aa, ha, ha! That sounds rather tough for a Ramsey. But you don’t know the. Ramseys yet. You think you know them. That's all. “Listen, little woman, the men folks of our family are outwardly a very conservative people, but underneath the hide, we're he-men! When we want a thing we get it! When we want love we get it! When we want women we get them! There's nothing under Sam Hill but what we get when once we go after it! . . . But getting back to brass tacks. . . ” The brass tacks, however, were interrupted by Patty’s announcement, ‘“The waiter is waiting for the money for the drinks, dear.” “Oh, yes, the drinks, Patty, the drinks. How foolish i me to forget the drinks. . . . Here, George, here's a hundred-dollar bill. Sorry, old top, that I have no smaller change.” Patty noticed several of those hundred-dollar bills. ‘ : should ink you'd be arid” she sd *j i money. , only to- sgh i me fang inthe row that Catia t tern 1» was be- lieved to ae oe coe eat of the “Gatlin!” sneered Judge Ramsey the Third. “Don't ever be scared of a Gatlin, or a little Jesse James, or any other gunman, ever com- ing into the land of Ramseys. They know where the law is, girlie. You forget, this is the land of law!” GCCIAY now, listen,” went on the judge, “I hope to God nothing else gets me away Ante that Team feck subject, ythin “As I was sayi mseys get anything ants bat; mind you, al fully. We -* i gs al nate ical may predominate, but integrity in all things. “But getting back to what I have in view. what's the use ‘of telling an intelligent girl, like Hor all those things. at I'm driving at is “You and I know each other, as perhaps no other two humans know each other in this com- munity. For that reason you and I can tlk freely, and, if we please, live freely. . . . That's ~ what I's at—live freely! “As sure as I'm Judge Ramscy the Third I AUS Ug you, Ramsey dear. T just don’t under- stand.” : the Love to utmost, Patty. This night. Any night. Love to the utmost. . . . mpanionate, sweetheart. That's what we'll call it until we're married.” “You mean to give, give to the utmost, Ramsey?” “Give, yes. And you've got a Ramsey to protect you... .”” GAIN the aspiring youth was interrupted. But not by a woman's voice, or a waiter’s |. service. By a hulk of a man who had fairly glided into the center of the room. “Folks,” he said cold and deliberating, and with a casual look at his astounding audience, “I am not here to commit murder, unless neces- sary. I’m merely here to relieve you of a few valuables. I have a great fondness for dia- monds and currency. Kindly place all such be- longings on top of your tables. And be damn quick about it!” ’ Eyepody did—except Judge Ramsey the ire _ The man in the center of the room made no sign that he noticed the discrepancy on the part of the judge. But after he made the rounds of the room, after he had bagged his game, he went out of his way to pay the judge a personal call. “Are you broke?” he asked, not unkindly. “No, I am not broke!” snapped the judge. “And, furthermore, I don’t intend to contribute." For a moment the bandit swayed, as if he was quite unbalanced. But suddenly he de- manded: ‘Up with those damned lounge-lizard hands of yours or I'll blow your guts out!” Patty screamed, clutched her throat, and hys- terically tried to raise the judge’s hands. This seemed to give incentive to Ramsey to raise something, so he raised himself from his chair, and quite bravely faced the man in front of him. “T think your name is Gatlin,” he said. “Gat- lin from Oklahoma. “Yes, my name is Gatlin! you young upstart. ‘What th’ hell's it to you?” “Nothing especially," returned the fizz in- spired Ramsey, ‘‘cther than I wish to give you some sound advice. . . . Leave this community immediately.” “Who th’ hell are you to be telling me to leave this community?” cried Gatlin, trembling his finger on the trigger of his automatic. “Me? 1?” smiled Ramsey at the white- faced audience in the Fountain Room, and then down into the very eyes of ‘Patty McGuire. “Me? Oh, I happen to be Judge Ramsey the Third Ever hear of the Ramseys?” “Hell, yes!’ boomed Gatlin, grating his teeth, and throwing a chair to one side viciously. “Who th’ hell hasn't heard of the dirty yellow pups? _ With that, and quite as quick as a streak of lightning, he collared Judge Ramsey the Third and hurled him into the center of the room. 6610 YOU'RE Judge Ramsey the Third!” he cried. Turning to the patrons of the Raven he repeated, “‘Judge Ramsey the Third! . . . Get that, folks, Judge Ramsey the Third. . . . And now get this about Judge Ramsey the Second, his yellow cur of a father. He and me mother use to be sweethearts. That is, me mother thought it was sweethearts. She was just an innocent lass down in old Brattle Alley in the years ago.” Gatlin paused, wiped the sweat away from his furrowed brow. Then he choked when he confessed huskily, “‘And folks, I'm the outcome of that rotten betrayal. . . . But listen!” he suddenly cried maniacally, “that should make me Judge Ramsey the Fourth. Shouldn't it folks? Judge Ramsey the Fourth!” And with it he jabbed the automatic against the heart of the now withering Jefe Baer the Third, relieved him of his valuables, turned fire-lit eyes toward the table from which Patty McGuire had mysteriously vanished. And then he vanished. (THE END) WAWUNUINE NULLA AAA tl} = ZS 4 i = : =. = = 4 = = = ager a = or