The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1921-12-02
PART l-Continued.

At times the noted eyes of Atwater
4 Rooter were gentled DER with the
soft cast Of enchantment. especially
when Patty felt called upon to reprove
the two with little coquetries of slaps
and pushes. Noted for her sprightli-
ness. she was never s%prightlier; her
pretty laughter footed continuously
and the gentlemen accompanied with
dotins sounds so repulsive to Florence
that without being actively conscious
Of what she did. she embodied the
phrase, "perfectly sickening" in the
hymn she was grooming. and repeated
It over and over to the air Of Rock
OF Ages"
"Now | tell YOU what let's play"
he versatile Patty proposed. after ex-
hausting the pleasures Of "Geog-
raphy.' Ghosts" and other tests OF
intellect. LES play Truth Wen
eacll take a paper and a pencil. and
then each Of us asks the other n
some question. and we haf to write
down the answer and sign your name
and fold it up so nobody can see it eX-
cept that one. and we hat to keep 1t
a secret and never tell as long as we
live"
"All right" said Henry Rooter.
"Ill be the one to ask you a question.
Patty"
"No." Herbert said promptly. 81
ought to be the one to ask Patty
"Why ought you?" Henry demanded.
"Why ought your
"Listen.' Patty cried. ~ know the
way We'll do. I'll ask each OF you a
queStion-we haf TO whisper it--and
each one Of you'll ask me one and
then well write it. Thatll be simply
grand! !" she ciapped her hands: then
checked herself. ooh. | guess we
can't. either. We haven't got any pa
per and pencils unless" Here she
seemed to recall her hostess. "oh.
Florrie. dear! Run in the house and
get us some paper and pencils"
Florence gave no sign other than
70 increase the loneliness Of her voice
rs she sang. 'Perfly Sick'ning. clef'
for me. let me perfly sick -kin-ning.'
1--WE got plenty" said Herbert. as
he and Henry produced pencils and
their professional notebooks. and sup
piled their fair friend and themselves
with material for Truth" Come on,
Patty. whisper me whatever you want
to-"
mo: I ou"llt TO have her whisper
me first" Henry Rooter objected. "TM
write the answer to any question; :
don't rare what it's about"
"Well. it's got to he The truth. YOU
know" Patty warned them. 1--WE all
hat to write down Just eNackly the
truth on our word Of honor and sign
our rnme. Promise|"
"All right" said Patty. "Now I'll
whisper Henry a question first. and
then You can whisper yours to INC
first. Herbert"
This seemed to fill all needs happily.
and the whispering and writing began.
and continued with a coziness little
to the taste Of the piously singing
Florence. She altered all previous
opinions OF her friend Patty, and when
the latter finally closed he session
on the steps and announced thai she
must 70 home. the hostess declined
to accompany her into the house to
help her find where she had left her
hat and wrap.
II haven't the least idea where |
.ooS 'em or" Patty declared in the
ARREST IF you won't come
with me. F1orrie. s'pOse you just call
In the front door and tell your mother
to get 'em for me-
"Oh. they're somewhere in there"
said Florence coldly. not ceasing to
swing her foot and not turning her
head. "YOu can And 'em by yourself.
presume. or If you can't tn have
,ur maid throw 'em our in the yard,
,r somep'm tomorrow"
Val. thank you" Miss Fairchild
.Jolned. as she entered the house.