The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-03-02
"Joe," She Said Shyly, the Word Float
inq Like a Petal Off Her Lips.

"Joe," She Said ShyIy, the Word Float
ing Like a Petal Off Her Lips.
archal growth, the Cosmopolitan cafe,
English speaking, handicapped, avn
inged, waitered and in wait for tour
lists. rose like an observatory.
En- tete-a-tete, at one of the marble
topped tables, well away from the CAB
BILE of the Roumania's passenger list,
the thousand scents of a thousand
gardens in their nOstrils, Mr.. Joe
Danziger and Miss Esther Lefkovitch
breathed deep and leaned each to the
other, as if Madeira were a desert and
the gardens bloomed each within the
others eyes.
II Just eve thought anything
could be so perfect as being up here.
For a girl like me that's never trav-
eled anywhere before, tits just too
Lerfect."
Didn't l tell you'll Just you wait,
grille, till we get further along on
this trip. I'm going to open those
pretty black eyes of yours"
"And that ride up the mountain
straight through the clouds-wasn't it
just-well, I don't know, but just,
wasn't it?"
81 was too busy looking at you and
YOUR cute little, tan little face and
your big eyes and your red little lips
to have any time for scenery-Es-
Their"
"Oh, Mr.. DAM"
"Now, now, what did you promise
me?"
"Joe." she said shyly, the word
floating like a petal off her lips.
THAT'S better" he said so senten-
tiously that she closed her eyes.
"That's better, grille. But just you
wait, Esther, until l steer you through
the italian lakes, if vol think this is
scenery"
ooh, Mr.. Danz-Joe, really are you
going to change your ticket and go
with us?"
"Girlie," he said with a new soto
quality in his voice, "if you was go
ing all the way to hold a post mortem
over the Dead sea, I'd go with you"
Crimson was her face.
"Now you're talking just like the
bows at home do, Joe. And ever |
came on this trip and met you-and
all. it lust seems to me like I'm some
body else in a dream or something.
All the boys in my crowd at home are
are just regular fellows, and you-
you're different, Joe. You mustn't
jolly me-"
'Iook," he said, reaching for her
wrist, holding it and sending into her
dark glance the dark intensity of his
own, edo I look like a fellow who's
jollying, Esther"
ooh, Joer'
Beneath the black, close-clipped
hedge of mustache his lips quivered,
then settled into q straight line.
"Do II"
"N-no, joe"
"I-Tm lust afraid to let myself go
for fear it's you who's doing the jolly
ing. Esther. What about this fellow
back in New York that own the
h~aberdasher store? From what the
old folks say, he's head over heels
himself, amt he, grip
"Abe Katz? Aw, he-he's just q
rood friend, Joe. Like I always say,
IL want to travel first and meet a
new crowd. law, he's nothing but
a good friend, Joe. Him and my
brother, they"
"Then you amt stringing me along
girlie?'
ooh. Joe, I-nO-you-
"a fellow that's knocked about like
l have. grille, and seen as many of
them as I have in every country on
the globe don't make a mistake about
it when he does finally get hit. That
first day l seen you on deck, grille,
with your hair blowing loose like that,
I knew | was hit"
She looked down the mOuntainside
and into the riot of treetOps.
"You-you're the greatest fellow,
Joe"
"And you're the greatest girl"
All the nerves of her were singing.
ooh, Joe-oh-let go my hand, Joe,
you-you mustn't. oh, Joel"
Queen of this here mountain, that's
what you are"
This was the chrism of love anoint-
ing her. She bowed her head.
81 just wish mama could have heard
you say that, Joe. It was beautiful"
"Your mama. Esther, I'm afraid is
down on me-"
ooh. you mustn't mind her, Joe, or
papa either. He"
"Why the old gentleman is just the
finest sport I ever met. And don't
think, little girl, that l don't under