The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-04-13

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every other mother, glad when he.
daughter makes a good marriage
Its just a pleasure to see that girl
Mrs. hessler, hardly her feet toucf
the ground when she walks"
1T amt nothing the way she is
here now. SO many people around
she says, who think they are sick. give
her the blues. But at home, if l dc
say it, Mrs. Washauer, hat girl is
like a birdie in h house, singing and
singing. Dancing around, so that ever
when her papa was too sick TO hold
up his head, didn't the doctor make
her stay in the room to make him
laugh.
Il guess | told you, Mrs. Washauer.
the time, though, We had to make her
come along to the Springs with US.
All of a sudden, Mrs. Washauer. a
girl that don't got to turn her hand.
except always | learnt her to make
her own bed on washday, all of a
sudden that girl makes up her mind
a business woman she wants to be-"
Its all the style now, Mrs. Kess-
Ter, for girls to learn business or kill
their time in the social settlement
work.
"~Stenography and shorthand that
girl had to learn and l can tell you
her papa was mad enough
Il always say 1T don't hurt a girl
to NOW how to make her own living,
even if she don't need it. God forbid
anything should ever happen she ain't
so helpless, God forbid!
But for why, l ask you, Mrs. Wash
say her papa is such a rich man, Mrs.
W~ashauer. but-but-"
Don't / know how Marcus Kess-
ler's daughter don't got to work for
her living unless she wants it?"
"And how We had to beg until she
here with us. Only her fathers sick
ness done it. Colt sci Dank, Mrs.
Washauer, while / don't say her pa
pas a rich man, he can afford his
daughter don't have to"
Il should say SO! So, l amt got
no som myself, but right away l
heard the name Kessler, ask my hus-
band if 1 don't right away say, Boys
Pants"
"All by herself one day, Mrs. Wash
that child went down and with
one word gets herself a position
with the Peoria Aero club, a concern
what makes flying machines and flies
for prizes"
Scott in Himmel !"
THAT'S what we needed yet, l said,
on top of her papa's sickness. Flying
machines in the family Twice she
went flying in one, Mrs. Washauer, till
ler papa put his foot down."
"Say, that's a trouble for you! We
lad a case, too, in Chicago. A grand
boy, well-off family on the South
side, didn't he go up in one and
oreak his neck coming down in one! p
Don't 1 know! At home we got
such a boy, too, right in our block.
Archie Meyer, Mrs. Washauer, what
everybody says has got brains to
good in any legitimate business
What he wants to. What does he do?
Tor five years, Mrs. Washauer, with
young lady sister to support since
lis father died, has the boy fooled
lround building a flying machine in his
Jack shed. A boy like that who, with
five or ten thousand dollar start,
make himself one of the catches {
n Peoria" .
"Flying machines yet! Like auto :
amt dangerous enough. Just ,
or fun, Mrs. Kessler, ask my husband :
yow he begs we should get an automo-
lie, and how I am too afraid" l
my Della is"
There she comes now. Say, don't l
look sweet in that pink shirt L
waist How cute for her to dress that
all the time in stiff collars like a 1
boy. Don't she look sweet" t
Around the elbow of the verapda,
rdentfy, the slim feet of her too light
0 linger long where they touched, a
Miss Della Kesler into her [
vision, bending daintily as a Il
ird to drink, for the matinal kiss. {
Morning, mommy dear! Morning, L
frs. Washauerl Where's papa?" I
"Down by the spring already for his g
econd glass"
'Then he feels better?' q
"Cross like a bear, that's how good
e feels. Such a grand night he had. =
ELLA. Fix your hair smoother, baby, Il
} curly it looks" s.
Let her alone, she looks fine that =,
ay, Mrs. Kessler. Fine enough to L
rab all the beaus. don't you, Miss :
Ach, there goes my husband =
fter his last glass. I see you later
by the spring, Mrs. Kessler. ~
ere, wait for me, Laz-Lazi" And
lie waddled off, the rocker released =
her weight swaying violently.
Miss Kessler perched herself on the .
m of a chair and sighed audibly, as .
the siphon of her patience had been 81
,hausted. .
"Mommy dear, haven't 1 just begged q
~ not to sit around with that old
pot?' o
81 guess, Della, you want I should