The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-02-02

this morning, anyway, Miss Nae, 20
he does come"
II tell you I'm going to yell, Loo. /
you mention bill Of fare to me. Cove
MP my feet, like q good girl, and tax
them bottles ont and femme sleep. N
headIl Dust II / don't get some sleep.
II tell you, Miss Mae, there amt or,
sf EN- Is worth more than his banl
book. You're always giving ava,
everything you got. Miss Mae. Honest
you'd give your best blue silk coat Of
your back If"
III that's what you're limiting for
Loo, for PHYS sake take I'll I dom
want 1t. It's too tight for me in the
arms. Take it, Loo. I don't want 1t
I don't want anything but to be lei
alone"
Jaw, now, Miss Mae, / didn'
Get out, l tell you! Get out !"
Eyes. Miss Mae" With a final ia
to the rug across Mae Munroe's feet
she scooped the litter Of empty bottles
under one arm and hurried out smiling
and closing the door softly behind her
and tip-toeing down the hallway to
the kitchen.
On the couch Mae Munroe lay hud-
died with her face to the wall, her
cheeks crumpled against the white
wool of the dog In her arms, her lips
dry, each breath putting them out
ward. Easy tears would flow, >enhanc-
ing her lacy disorder. Noon slipped
into afternoon.
The dusk of the city which Is so
Immediately peppered with lights
came gradually to press against the
drawn blinds. On the very crest of
her unrest, as II her mental travail
had stimulated a cocaine courage, Mae
Munroe kicked aside the rug from her
feet; rose and advanced to the wall
telephone; unlocked the receiver;
hooked II up again; unlocked 1t this
time with q resolution that frightened
and whitened her lips and sent the
color high into her face; placed her
mouth close to the transmitter.
oIO6Q- tnICC-blA. AAQ AdpRCQ Will
one foot as she stood.
"Zincas Importing company / want
to speak to Mr.. Max Zincas."
Wrinkles crawled about her uncer-
tain lips.
This is his-his mother. Yes, Mrs.
Zincas."
She closed her eyes as she waited.
"Hello, Max? That you, MaxY
She grasped at the snout Of the In
strument, tip-toeing up to 1t.
TITS me, dear. Butt had to get
you to phone somehow. Il No.
no, don't hang up, Max. Don't hang
up, dear, II got to tell 0 some
thing; l got to, DEAR"
She raised herself closer to the
%mouthpiece for a tighter clutch Of it.
TN sick, dearie. I'm dog sick,
dearie. Amt been about In a week.
The limp is bad and I'm sick all over.
I am, dear. Come up to supper to-
night, dearie. You amt been near for
for a week. / got to see you about
something, Just a quiet talk, dearie.
Il just got to see you, Max. I'm
sick, dog sick"
Her voice slipped and away for the
moment, and she crammed her lacy
fribble of a handkerchief tight against
her lips, tiptoeing closer to the trans
mitter.
mo, no, Max, / swear to God I
won'tl Just quiet and no rough stuff.
For my sake come home to supper to-
deariei l swear. It's my thigh,
and l got a fever, dearie, that's eating
me. What? Eight! No, that amt too
late. Any time you can come amt too
late. I'll wait. Sure? Good-by, dearie.
At eight sharp. Good-by, dearie."
When she replaced the receiver IN
Its hook, points of light had come out
In her eyes like water lilies opening
a lake. The ashen sheaf of anxiety
folded back from her, color ran up into
her face, and she flung open the door,
down the length Of hallway.
LOO! Oh, LooP"
"Huhr"
Put a couple Of bottles of every
hing on ice before you go, dearie; or
Ter a double porterhouse; open a can
If them imported sausages he sent up
asst month, and peel some sweet po-
.atoes. Hurry, Loo, ! wanna candy ]
EN- myself. Hurry, deariei" ,
8
From her window and over the I
waves of intervening roofs Mae Num- {
cupped her hands blinker fashion
bout her eyes. A%otionless she stood 6
here. b~are-necked and bare-armed,
gainst the cold window pane, inclosed
rom behind with lace curtains, and
with large-puptled eyes q 4
teamer slip along into the night. v
At i've minutes past eight Max Zin- h
as fitted his key into the door and Il
ntered Immediately into the front O
oom. On hat first click Of the lock
fac Nunroe stepped out from between
he lace curtains, her face carefully
owdered and bleached of all its morn d
lg inaccuracies, her lips thrust up
ard and forward. "
UhavID n