The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-02-13

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"Look," She Urged-It Was One OF the
Charming Wiles OF >Her-"Look at
My New Dress" ..
my new dress. Me and Pat made it,
every stitch of it. Don't you think it's
niece" -. .@@ !'.i'~ 49,
"Sure, it's NICE Dale agreed. "Eut
any dress looks nice on you, Babe. If
only you'd sticls with: Mrs. McI.aurin
and let her = educate you! You
shouldn't have cared anything about
what my niqther said my mother
doesn' t always see things in the true
light. You'll go back. won't you?"
. She bent toward him and asked
i poinfedlyt: sss 49,:
BILL Dale, What makes you so anx-
ious TO- me to goa" ~ -
Because" readily, II want YOU to
have an education" - ~. =,
:, ".Whatrmakes you want me to have
a education Bill Daley' = '- 80
Because you'd be such a splendid
woman, I; yon had an education"
Babe Littleford pursued with child
like eagemess:' And what makes
you want ms s Be 5 such UGH a s-sp'endid
Dale lifted stis gray eyes and an
swered her frankly: Z"
d Because 4 expect ssto marry. you
some day" 4 IT. .s:.
Babe Littleford blushed deeply. Her
eyes were glad, filled with rejoicing.
II he didn't love her now; at least Just
ar:weeny:teeny bit, he wouldn't. be
thinking Of marrying her some day,
certainly, and this conclusion made
her happier than she hid ever been, in
all her life before. She:wisled wildly
that she could hug him with all her
:rnfght5and sies lad a. big notion 10 do
1t. But what wohfd he think of her?
Well, there would come. day when
she would surely hug him with all her
might. She would simply break his
blessed bones, almost. I: p =: w.
viii you so to Patricia tomorrow"
he asked. =. -. r.
She really believed that she ought
to go. But the thought of leaving him
was more hateful than ever, now that
she knew he meant to marry her. She
strove to change the subject .
> "See that little, teeny flower over
ltEere-that little, teeny, blue oue?"
she asked pointing. That's day
flower. It's the purest blue OF any.
They call it d daytlower because it
don't last but jest one single day"
And again, pointing: "See that little,
teeny. purple flower over there at them
twisted laurels? That's called Jobs
tears, and they don't last but one day,
neither. That little red, spidery thing
is bee balm. Oyer yander at the
hick'ry is monksho0d. II Earned the
names out o a book Major Bradley
loant me. Hadn't we better be a-goin'
toward home? It--it'n be a-comin'
dark purity soon, won't it,"
Said Dale, will you go back to
Patricia tomorrow" +,
alive been a-wonderin'," MUIR
INJURED Babe. (which is proper, Bill,
bust or burst?' 80. ~ e--,.
j. Dale spoke quickly. Burst for you,
bust for me. VIII you so back to
Patlicia?'' ..,,.& L. H. ~ .,
Beaten, Babe Littleford drew a long
breath and sriled, 80 -
=. >>:leS. Mister Dale, she answered
resigne,lly. II will. III, 60 whar---
where You want me to; so, Eft it's
to Torment. Now tell me how it comes
that lind MY people and their ine-
mics as thick as m'lasses in a jug,
while we walk on ,&s ~. ~
When Dale returned. to John More
lands cabin from having seen Babe
,Littieford safely to her fathers door,
he found Major Bradley, md BY. Heck
waiting at the gate. Heck had some
important, bad news, he said, r
Better not tell me about it until
after supper" replied Dale. "rm rs
hungry as YOU ever We're, By" -@.:
!. They went in to sit, down to one of
the best meals Addie tMoreland had
ever prepared. When they had fin
isheh cutting, John NIofeland led the
way into the best room. where they
took chairs. The major produced
cigars. by Heck, swollen with u feel
ing of greatness. lighted the wrong
end of his weed, faced Dale. and be-
gan to unhurden his mind of its weight
of information. y'ssrt 80. G.-..4sl
well Bill. old boy, he began---and
then stopped to wonder Why his cigar
wouldn't, s,notsesasy9eli as the najor's.
"Well, Fin, old hnys" he went on, final