The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-01-26

stand an institution ~
you femme take care Of that. She
don't need to know nothing about 1t.
Wen tell her we're sending her for a
visit to the country for a while. After
bug in a rug. They're good to EN- in
those places; good as gold.''
mo, no, Jerry! No, MOI 1 gotta
have her with me- She raised me from
a kid and-and she couldn't stand it,
jerry l gotta have her, I gotta L
want her !"
His mouth sagged down suddenly
and on an oblique.
Say, somebody must have given you
a few lessons in nagging, yourself.
Them's the lines she used to recite to.
me about her she-devil of a mother,
too. Cad she used to hang on her
mothers apron-strings like she was
tired"
Come, Peachy, don't get me sore.
Come, let's talk about tomorrow. We.
gotta get the license first and"
Jerry, I Just a little yes is all L
Wdut-JClIy ucdI-JuSLd llllic yes.
A frown gathered in a triple furrow
on his brow.
Nov, kiddo, you got to cut that
with me, and cut it quick. If there's
two things l can't stand it's nagging
and pouting. Cloonan ear tell you
what pouting can drive me to. I'll beat
1t out of that girl of mine before she's
through with me, and l won't stand it
from no one else. Now cut it, Peachy,.
that's q, nice girl"
She stood palpitating beside the win
dow, her eyes flashing to his face and
fastening there.
Cod Il n CO."
"Where?"
Her glance flashed past him out Of
the window and across the patch Of
rear lawn. A street car bobbed across
eyes.
81 wanna CO."
He advanced, conciliatory. saw,
now, Peachy, a row just the day before
we are married You don't want to-
start out making me train you just
like you was a little kid. If you was
q little girl / could beat your little
ways out of you, but l wanna be on.
the level with you and show you how
nice l can be. All the things I'm going
to give you, all"
"Quit, you! l wanna go! l wanna.
gol'
you can go to HI, for my part
I'm going to get a steak inside of me
before we bulge. Quit your fooling.
Come, the car won't be back for us.
until six. Come, Peachy, come"
She was past him and painting down
the stairs, out across the patch of rear
lawn, and toward the bobbing street
car, the Streamer of ribbon at her
throat flying backward over her shout
der.
In the bargain basement of the IT.
store the first day of the spring
opening dragged to its close.
In careless similitude the bargain
basement of the Titanic store resusci-
from its storerooms M from
spring openings long gone by, dusty
sarIands of cotton May blossoms, fes-
them between the great white
supporting pillars of the basement and
INTERVIEWING them.
Over the white goods counter and
yer Sunday as 1t were a papier-mache
of green latticework and more
,otton-back May blossoms had sprung
Up as if the great god Wotan had built
It with a word. Sadie Barnet.s own
bin had blossomed into a
,acrifcial sale of lawn remnants, and
the close of the day her stock.
ay low, depleted.
Max Meltzer leaned out of his bower.
how muted his voice was if 1t came"
an inner throat that only spoke
when the heart babe it.
Little one, them remnants went like
lot cakes today, didn't they7"
Hot cakes Well, I guess. You'd
ave thought there was a mill-end sale.
N postage stamps"
"And If you don't look all tired QUIT
I you just don'tl"
The ready tears swan in her voice.
"It's-it's been awful-me away from.
ler all day like this. But anyways.
got news for her when I go home.
about her five weeks benefit
money. Old Criggs was grand,
"They say the girls up In the ribbons
zen crying all day. She was no love-
ird, but they say she wasn't bad un--
Ierneath."
God knows she wasn't. I got sore
I her sometimes, but II know she
r. -1wuys there when II needed
Ter, alr1ghty."
Nov, now, little girl, don't cryI
all worn out"
"She-she WAS always there to stand
y me INN q pinch"
Honest, Miss Sadie, you look just
Ike a pretty little ghost. What you
Ieed is some spring air, grille, some
pring air for a tonic. Wouldn't 1 just
.ve to take Won all nv vOur lfttle golf