The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-03-09

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train pulls H."
The muttering rose like wind In q
lonely place and the speaker threw out
his oratorical tones above it.
"This is a decent town with q decent
house; see that you treat it decent. The
milk special for Moline pulls out from
this station at four-ten-breakfast on
board"
Jaw, Lee, whatta you think we are
fourier! Say, a fellow that can
hand out a route like this would MUIR
der a man for a subway ticket"
He waved his hat in a great semi
circular sweep, creating a little gust
before it.
"Cut it, l say, or down in your
jeansl Fourteen is what l said-la-
dies and gents waiting rooms at sta
ton. Fourteen is what 1 said!"
He descended from the red plush
seat, his mouth sagging and the livid
red of exertion in his face swelling it.
"All out. Buses at station. Don't
lag"
The procession, a slow file of NUT
terings, charivari, shoulderings and ex-
plosives, squeezed out upon. the little
geranium-hedged station platform. A
line of omnibuses, lopsided, SCARED
and travel-weary, their rear doors
hanging open, backed up against the
platform, and into the half-dozen of
them, full of travellers ~splenetic excite
ments, piled the thirty members of the
"Forty Thieves" company: Chorus
girls who bent their feathered heads
and ~fiounced in with a display of toe
much ankle; show girls, f~ull-busted,
but ever wary OF the double chin mar
~row-shouldered young men with small
collar sizes and next years cut IF
coat principals with extra luggage and
lips too painted or too proud to smile,
and up and down the narrow platform,
snarling, swearing, shouting, Mr.. Char
ley Lee walked, the cold cigar dangling
from his mouth, his coat collar turned
up against the November chill.
"Come Oh in, Lee, there's room here
OF my lap"
NAV, I'll walk-let 'er go, boys,
whip up them nags."
The procession moved off, creaking,
swinging-across the railroad tracks,
up a slight incline of hill, baggage
swaying p~erilously, drivers shouting
and barricaded in with more luggage,
horses straining at their g%roins;
laughter drifting backward. And
from the real windows of the real ON
nibus Mr.. AL Delano's white face,
straining backward.
Charley Lee exhaled loudly, wiped
tracks.
At his side a step, light and full of
indecision.
"Lee!"
"Lo!"
A cloud spread over his brow, i'm
mediately evaporating into a smile.
eff it amt the baby-doll! Why amt
you in one of the busses, kiddoY"
She slid a timid arm into his.
law, there wasn't any room"
They burst into a simultaneous ex-
of laughter.
L any " IL AILLlC USf1t
to walk up with me. Wasn't
any room! Cad, can you beat some of
'em for nerve?"
81 can dress in five minutes, Lee. |
Il got my knickerbockers for the
prance on-on underneath"
Cad, l oughta fine you out of half
a weeks salary for travelling in your
Like fun you would!'
"Gad, can you beat it for nerve? How
the little devil talks back !"
They turned up a quiet street, where
met over their heads in a melan-
choly arch, and on both sides Of the
road, well back, lights glowed behind
drawn shades and the gabled silhou-
cites Of cottages showed through the
darkness.
He linked her arm with a slow, in
y%ratiating movement.
"Love me, baby-dollY'
"Sillyw
'You and my friend Al was pretty
hick all the way up from Higgins
lille, 1 see, just the same. Watch out
his bar tonight, kiddo; that was
learly a nasty fall last night. That's
What you get for treating me SO cold"
Didn't Gee, the way you was f1irt-
ng with me from the wings and all
vas enough to give any girl the shiv-
rs.''
"That's what l give you, the shiv-
RS, is it1 I'm some little shiver-giver,
int 1, kid? At that, you only flung
ne a stingy rose instead of the wreath.
tingy! Stingy"
saw, / know you. You don't mean
othing you say to me. Why should
fling a fellow a wreath that don't
lean nothing he say to mel"
dol"
"Say, amt this a swell little town,
zee? The first decent tank I've seen.
ooka in there, will you? All eating s
upper around the table like regular
1lks. Neat, amt it? Looka-kids and C
10 old granny and all. IOOka I" /.