The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-01-19

mat IfeSn Mamle Grant gets you ne
quainted with are mucby much. I'm
strong for the old rat-eyed sports like
Jerry Beck, that amt got a honest
thought in his head. 1 bet he gives YOU
the creeps, too, only you're the kind OF
4 girl, God help you, that's so crazy
for luxury you could forget the devil
had horns if he hid 'em under g auto
mobile cap"
Sure am. | amt seen nothing but
Shaving and drudging and pinching all
my life, while other girls are strutting
the Avenue in their furs, and sleeping
mornings as long as they want under
eider-down quilts. Sure, when a man
like Jerry Beck comes along with a
carriage-check instead of a subway
ticket | can thaw up to him like a
waterloo, and | amt ashamed of If
neither
Miss Worte withdrew her arm
sharply and plunged ahead. her lips
wry and on the verge of trembling.
When a girl gets twenty. like you,
it amt none of my putin no more.
Only hope TO God your mother up
there is witness that if ever a woman
shaved to keep a girl straight and done
her duty by her it was me. That man
amt got no good intentions by"
"Oh. amt pou-ain't you a mean
thinking thing. amt YOU? What kind
of a girl do you think | am? If he
didn't have the right intentions by me
you think"
"Oh, | guess he'll marry you if he
can't get you no other way. A d.
vorced old guy like him, with a couple
Of kids and his mean little Eyes knows
he's got to pay up IL heNwants a young
girl like you. Oh/I-Ouch-oh-oh !"
Dee Dee, take my arm. That was
only an ash-can you bumped into. Go
IN, take my arm, Dee Dee. Here we
ire home. Lemme lead you upstairs"
They turned in and up and through
foggy length of long hallway. At
he last and third landing an empty
stood just outside a door
IS if nosing for entrance.
Watch out, Dee Dee, the scuttle.
go in first. Gee it's cold in
oors and warm out, amt it? Wait
! light up. There"
"Lemme alone. / can see."
You, with your feet on your library
ender, stupefed with contentment and
our soles scorching, your heart is not
lack ii is only fat. How can it know
he lean formality of the furnished
)om? Chambermaids know ii when
ley knock thrice and only the faint
I'D nauseous fumes of escaping gas
lswer them through the plugged key
ole. Coroners know it.
Sadie Barnet and Edith Worte knew
too. and put out a hand here and
ere to allay it. A comforting spread
gay chintz covered the sag in their
bite iron bed a photograph or two
uck upright between the dresser mir
II and its frame, and tackled full flare
,ainst the wall was a japanese fan,
many times over with the
v personnel of the Titanic stores an
al picnic.
Miss Worte dropped her dark cape
I'M her shoulders, hung it with her
t on a door peg and sat heavily on
e edge of the bed.
Cod my feet"
Soak EN-"
Miss Barnet peeled off her shirt \
list. Her bosom, strong and fiat as a
US. rose white from her cheaply |
under-bodice; at her shoulders |
E flesh began to deepen, and her
were round and full of curves. |
Here, Dee Dee, I'm so nervous |
len | hurry. You sew in this ruche;
u got time before the supper-bell. |
e, right along the edge like that"
Miss Worte aimed for the eye of the
edle, moistening the end of the |
'ead with her tongue and her flut-
ing fingers close to her eyes.
God FL just amt got the eyes no