The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-02-09

I "Sure, / dol Piano and all, girl"
Z mo, no, you don't. You're just kid
! ding me, Max, like you used to whel
I you wanted to tease me and throw
] scare in me that your mother was wis
about the fiat. Quit your kidding
Max, and take me In your arms an
sing me Maize You're a Daisie' like
you used to after-after we had a lit
tie row. Lemme near you call me
Maizie,' dear, so I'll know you're only
kidding. Pm a bum sport, dearie. +
never could stand for guying. Cut the
comedy, dear"
She leaned to him with her lips
twisted and dried in their frenzy to
belle his words, but with little else to
indicate that her heart lay ticking
against her breast like a clock that
makes it's hour in hAlf-time.
"Quit guying. Max, for Gods sake
You-you got me feeling sick clear
down inside of me. Cut it, dear. Too
much is enough"
Her dress rustled with the faint
swish of s%cythfng as she moved toward
him, and he withdrew, taking hold of
the back of his chair.
"Now. now, Mae; come, come !!
You're a sensible woman i amt
stuck on this business any more than
you are. You ought to have let me
stay away and just let it die out in
stead of raking up things like this.
Come, buck up, old GIRL Don't make
1t any harder than it's got to be. These
things happen every day. This is
business. There, there Now Now!"
The sudden bout Of tenderness
brought the tears stinging to her eyes
and she was for ingratiating herself
into his embrace, but he withdrew,
edging toward the piano with an en-
tire 1attening of tone.
Nov, now, Mae, l tell you that you
got to cut 1t. 1t would have been bet
ter if you had just let the old cat die.
You oughtn't to tried that gag to get
me here tonight. You'll get a lot more
out of me if you do it dry, girl. A cry
ing woman can drive me out of the
house %quicker'n plague, and you ought
to know it by now"
She sat down suddenly, feeling
queasy.
"Now, now, old girl, buck up! Be a
sport"
Gimme a drink, Max. Just a
swallow. I'm all right" And she
squeezed her eyes tight shut to blink
out the tears.
He handed her a tumbler from the
table, keeping his head averted, and
after a bit she fell to sobbing and
choking and trembling.
tits herI It's your old woman.
She's been chloroforming you with a
lot of dope talk about hitting the
altar rail with a bunch of white satin
with a good fat wad sewed in the
It's your old"
"Cut thatl"
tits your old woman. She-she
know you like I do, Max. She"
"Now, now, Mae! You knew this
had to come sooner or later. 1 amt
never lied, have 1? Right here in this
amt you told me a dozen times
you'd let me go quietly when the time
came? Amt your
81 never thought you meant 1t, Max.
You don't mean it nov. Don't let your
old woman upset you, dear. What she
don't know won't hurt her. That old
woman don't know enough about life
and things to-"
"You cut that and cut 1t quick I'm
a decent fellow, 1 am. For six years I
been tipping you off to leave my moth
There's a place for everything and, by
CAD! 1 amt nc saint, but I won't
stand for that By gadl II won'tr'
"Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-hl Oh-h-hi"
She struck her breast twice with the
lat of her hand, her voice so tight and
nigh that it carried with it the quality
If strangulatiOn.
"Ain't fit to mention her name, amt
[? Amt fit to mention her name? My
Kind amt fit to mention her name,
sh?"
mo, if you got to know it. Not
ike that! My old mothers name. Not
ike that! !"
moi MT, Ell? What are we fit for,
hen, us that only get the husks of
'ou men and nothing else?" ]
81"
what am l fit for? Fit to run to {
When your decent friends won't stand J
or you? Fit to run to when you get +
mixed up in rotten customs deals? Fit J
o stand between you and HI when t
got the law swapping at your {
leels for-for smuggling? Who was
1t to run to then? Her whose name l q
int fit to mention? Her? Nav, you J
afraid she'd turn on you. Nav, l
OF herl Me! Me! I'm the one
hose mouth is too dirty to mention h
our old lady's name" Fl
by CAD! You got to cut that Or" Ii
"Just the same, who was it you h
Ollered for when you woke up in the
with your back like raw a
Who was it you hollered for k
len? Her whose name l amt fit to 1
.entiOn? Nav, it wasn't Me! Mel n