The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-05-18
Copyright, 1920. by The Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.

hedu 10 the wall, one arm flung ur
across her eyes, counting sleep anG
counting sheep, whole slaughte,
houses of them, as they slanted bleat.
ing down the chutes at Spartan .Junc.
tion into miles of side-tracked box
cara.
Dozed finally, and awoke falling
through space, the heart of her beat
ing up through the coverlet. Bur-
roWed her arm beneath her pillow and
Struggled down into it. After a while
an edge of sleep grew around her, and
thls time she came out of it to an i'm
mediate upright position, trembling.
Through the wall, deep as the
Wheezings of rusty springs and with
a gasp between that lasted far too
long, like the uneasy period when a
child holds its breath in temper, came
10 Annie Kineady as she sat in the
uark' half emerged from the coverlets
and qu1yering, the sound of Group.
Then the drag of soft shoes across
carpet and indications of an object or
TWO placed down. Finally quiet so
lasting that after a time she crept
down to her pillow once more, but not
relaxed to it, and her eyes open to the
dark.
Lying there taut for sound, when it
did come, and in spite of herself, she
sprang trembling to her feet, drag
glng a swirl Of sheet with her; and
when an abysmal gasp seemed to have
no end, thrust her feet into knitted
slippers and, wrapped in a kimono of
large-fgured cotton crepe, sloughed
shlyering, through the gloom of the
nail; raped in three s~taccatos at the
door adjoining, her whisper breaking
out into voice.
Mr.. Foddie - open - please - Mr..
Foddie."
The door swung back to reveal him
in the flannel dressing-gown, peering
and quavering, and the hot medicinal
smell OF creosote pouring around him.
4 was just coming for you, Miss
Annie. He-little fellows bad"
Mr.. Foddie, Mr.. Foddie, he oughtn't
cough like that with the lamp burn
ing. Did you fix the tent arrangement
to confine the fumes?'
Come in, Miss Annie. For Gods
sake, do something. l never seen the
little fellow so hard up for
breath" He dragged the LOO wide, !
lis face standing out Whitley. !
She was in and past him, and to D.,
he small crib, an open umbrella hung :.
antastlcally above it and a sheet de- :
lending, tent-fashion. Beside it a duh :
amp burned into the gloom. it's hot !
ntiseptic fumes rising. Z
The lamp, Mr.. Fodder! 1t can bel =
cid inside for a while" =
And g%rasping it like a torch, she !
arted the tent curtains and plunged
1 to her waist. =
Outside in the gloom of one twitch- y
lg gas-jet Mr.. Foddie paced a short =
of floor, hands behind him and =
beating into palm. !,
Miss Annie, if you think it's a doc -
II he needs, the poor little" -
Hand me a spoon there" -
He inserted it, trembling. ~
rs he" ~
Hand me another blanket" 80
Here
"The hot water kettle" ~
Here, Miss Annie" -
'Shh-h-h-h 7" JuS
The small stranglings receded and W.,
ally ceased, and her voice cafse
'ough the sheet filtered and relaxed.
: Starlight, baby. Starlight now. lne
.-ep. Go to sleep, my ba-bee- ~
bee. Go to sleep, my ba-bee. Ira NJ
la la M-m-m-m-m." cna
When she emerged from the slit in oui
teepee, lamp upheld, the face of Oiy
was in high luster, like Tiepolo's
opatra. Light slid down over her -
ky arms, with the sleeves falling "
k from them, and upon her hair. a IN
4 If II aovinr - thrC
He's all right, Mr.. Foddie. You 81
didn't have his little head low iaee
ugh and didn't know how to work
lamp" Inc
Ny God. Miss Annie, I was afraid MN
choke. Poor little fellow Just cruz
,ed like he'd never get his next Dut
18th. Poor little fellow!" bea'
Now, now, Mr.. Foddie, you sit right Id
n there yo,.,ro &c ybi+o deri
st yourself. They don't amount to 'naI
ling, Mr.. Foddie, these spells of olte
p with kids if you know how to leah
die them. Honest, you men are nam
greatest ones for losing your heads g
t away and going all to pieces. give
why, with my little boy his dad uoct
just used to go all to pieces if hls
My stubbed his toe. Honest, you palo
!" what
tut poor little" OF a
yhy Won ougbt to soc him now nigh
AXE a peek at him for yourself, man.
ing there quiet as a top, with his ~
wool bear Rugged up to him. suon
now. shh-h-h ~ duu