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

. her; regarded her fair, ringed fnge
and the four dimples across the bat
Of each hand reached for a cigaret'
1t back into Its box; swung to a sittin
posture on the side of the sofa, tn
dog springing from the curve of he
arm to the floor, shaking himself.
Her blowsy hair, burned at the end
but the color Of corn-silk, came III
loosed of its morning plat and sh
braided it over one shoulder, her blu
eyes fixed On space. Tears woul
come.
Then she rose and crossed to tn
golden oak piano between the win
dows, her nesligee open It's full lengtl
with a slight limp and the dog yappini
at the soiled and lacy train; fell tt
manipulating the se~lf-playing attach
ment. peddling out a metallic ava
lanche Of popular music.
At its conclusion she swung arount
under pressure OF Incidence yawned
crossed to the window and between the
parted lace curtains stood regarding
the street two stories beneath, and
beyond the patches Of intervening
roofs, a limited view of the Hudson
river, a barge Of coal passing leisurely
up center stream. a tug sucking at Its
dde.
From the hallway and In the act of
Inopping a margin Of floor, a maid-of-
all-work swung back from all-fours
and sat upright on her heels, inserting
a head Of curl-papers through the open
doorway.
"Play. that over again. Miss Mae.
That Mustard Glide sure does tickle
my soes."
Miss Munroe turned to the OK
with the palm of her hand placed
pat against her brow. "God!" said
she, my head!"
"Aw, Miss Mae, can't you get your
self In a humori What's the matter
with you and me going to a movie
this afternoon, chr"
Movie! The way every d-n thing
gets on my nerves, I'd be a hit at a
movie, wouldn't II I'd be a hit any
where"
II tell you, Miss Mae, all this worry
amt going to get you nowhere. He'll
come around again all right If you only
give him time. And II he don't, YOU
should worry l tell you there amt
one of 'em breathes is worth more
than his handbook"
God! My head"
The figure on all-fours rose to u
height, drying each forearm on her
apron.
LAY down, dearie, and just don't
you worry. I've seen EN- get spells or
get holy and stay away for two months
on a stretch, and the checks not COM
Ing In regular as clockwork like yours,
neither. You amt got no kick coming,
Miss Mae"
A layer of tears rose Immediately to
Miss Munroe's eyes, dimming them.
She wiped them away with n of her
Ieeve frills.
Max amt like that and you know
1t. You've seen for yourself how he
Amt missed his ~every-other night In
three a You see for yourself. All
last month so irregular and now only
pnce last week, and-and not at all
this week. Good heavensl / just won
der, Just wonder"
"Now, just whatts you bet he'll be
up to supper tonight, Miss Mae? If
was you, dearie, l wouldn't be scared,
I'd just go right to the telephone
HE gets so sore, Loo. You remem-
Der that time l telephoned him about
that case of wine he sent up and 1t
busted, and his mother-his old
In the office. He raises
HI If I try to telephone him during
business"
"Just the same, l got a bunch he'll
be up to supper tonight, and when
get a huneh things happen. Lay down
IN the sofa, dearie, and rest up your
ed eyes. Take my tip he'll be up to
supper tonight. I'm going to order him
/ double sirloin and a can of them i'm
ported"
ugh! for Pete's sake cut 1t, Loo!
f anybody mentions bill Of fare to me
III yell. Take them empty bottles out