The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-05-11

Louder.
Mr.. Foddie, only hearing the baby KIND
of coughing"
wonder you wouldn't ask a poor
old widower to go along"
"Why, Mr.. Foddie, you yourself
home sick from the store yesterday
and little Robbie"
lie struck himself ~resoundingly upon
the chest and smoothed his hair, so
smoothly pomaded across a thinning
spot and three shades darker than the
too brown mustache.
"Never felt better in my life"
"Beasley says that's what you al
ways say after one of your heart
spells, and then right away start to
OVERRIDING"
"Never felt better in my life. Me
for the store tomorrow, like I'd never
been down"
"Oh, Mr.. Foddie, forgetting right
away and taking all sorts of risks,
when the doctor told you that excite
ment-is dangerous and"
Nothing is dangerous around this
here joint, Miss Annie, except you"
"Cut that! !"
"What'd l say that was wrong?"
Nothing, but cut it; that's ALL"
81 was only fooling, Annie"
"What?"
miss Annie, I was only fooling, Miss
Annie. I like to see you get mad with
that red-haired temper of yours and
those great big beautiful"
"Cut it, I said" She moved back
from him into the gloom of halls and
toward her open door.
"Well, Of all the little spitfiresr"
The cry rose. thin as a quail's, and
she turned back toward him.
HE was croupy all night, Mr.. Fod-
die; I could hear him. Did you fix up
the tent over his crib and burn creo-
sote under it like l showed your"
Just don't know, Miss Annie, what's
ailing the little fellow. Got the lamp
alrighty but what does it mean, Miss
Annie, when his little body is hot all
over, not real feverish, but just hot,
drylike?"
I'll see." She was past him into
the three-windowed third-f1oor-front
and toward a small crib in its corner,
bending over and into it, her large
white hands gripping its sides.
IF he needs a doctor, Miss Annie, /
amt the n to spare expense"
%"Sh-h-h-h! !" She raised her face to
him with her finger laid across her
lips. He's dropped off again. It's
nothing the matter with the little fell
low, Mr.. Foddie, but just Group. My
my little one used to get just this
way, too, hot and dry-skinned, but
not real feverish. Just you burn creo-
sote tonight again and see how it
fixes him up"
He advanced toward her, sloughing
in his felt slippers the length of the
floor. There was a ~spaciousness and
an air of upholstered comfort about
that room once removing it from the
chilly category of the neatly fur
nished." An upholstered sofa, bulgy
but spacious, was drawn out along
side a fireplace cut in a monstrous
marble mantelpiece and shaped like
an inverted q. A patent rocker up
holstered in carpet and a hassock,
relics of Mr.. Foddie's %connubial era,
sat by and a folding bed, already
swung to concealment behind red rep
curtains. A lambrequin with ball
fringe hung from the mantelpiece. Be-
fore this mantel, its pier mirror OF
better days tilted to reflect the room,
Mr.. Foddie paused for view of Annie
Kineady there beside the crib.
"If that kid Of mine gets any fonder
of you, Miss Annie, his pail get jeal-
ous.'
Hes the sweetest little thing, Mr..
Foddie, just the sweetest little thing,
and so smart for only three"
Image of his pa"
"He-he just don't look n bit like
you, Mr.. Foddie."
"There you go again, running me
down.
"Why, he-he's just the sweetest
little thing, MI. Foddie. Yesterday.