The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-04-13

0UhSi VI SfiScSOi
says. Go down to the spring by paps
a while, Della"
Catch of ChicagoI If Max GAM
had only n leg and that one in the
grave, you'd still say he was a catch
as long as he owned the Ninety-eight-
Cent store"
1T isn't his money, Della, but
Nothing else! 1 could take any
one of the boys at home you're so
down on, Teddy Solomon Or"
"Loaferl With his inventions what
amt worth the money he spends D
righting them"
"Or Arch Meyer
loser, he can't take up our front
porch room any more with his yellow
hair so slick and his white pants and
his airship what never flies"
Just the same, let one of those
boys add ten or fifteen thousand to his
bank account and see how quick he'll
become a good catch"
Lucky, one of that crowd would be-,
with ten thousand cents. If Max
CAM, though, is worth one cent, Del
la, Mrs. Washauer says he is worth
"
"Mommy, pleased!
Della, is it a crime when it makes
me happy for our little girl to move
to a big city like Chicago and only
four hours from home, where she can
have her automobile and"
I'D rather have an airplane, NOM
my. Say, if he'd buy me a biplane and
build me a hangar on the lake front,
and-r
1.-Two hangouts you could have on
the lake front, baby"
Eyes, l could not! Last night about
eleven O'Clock he looked scared
enough to faint when l asked him if
"Ach, baby, when you came tiptoe-
ing up in the room so late last night
from sitting so long with him on the
porch, baby, II thought maybe you
had news, Della. Not once did l close
my Eyes waiting"
"Oh. mommy, ever if you are my
own mother, you-you're the limit,
dearie.'
81 sdid think it, baby, II couldn't
help it; ask papa if l didn't"
"Sh-h-h, mama, here comes Mrs.
Blumenthal! Sh-h-h"
Good morning, Mrs. ~Blumenthal,
how you feel this m%orning?"
mot so well, Mrs. Kessler, just this
minute l come from my doctor. Twice
he took my blood PRESSURE"
"Mommy dear, I'll see you at break
fast in an hour. I'm going down by
the spring, dear, toto papa"
When Mr.. Max GAM, glancing over
Mr.. Kessler's shoulder into the SNOWY
aisle of poplar trees which led from
hotel toward the spring, and in
its dappled shadows and coming !
toward them, beheld Miss Della Kess-
Ter in all her fluent motion, a smile +
full of short square teeth spread in /,
great width across his face. +
'Mr. Kessler, here comes your :
daughter"
Mr.. Kessler drained the last drop
Of his last glass, dry distaste pucker-
ing his features, so that his nose +;
seemed to dip down into the stubble
Of his messy beard, but smiled even
through a shudder.
well, my little Lella-sha, you'm up
FOR all day?".
Every single minute of it, pa.
MORNING Mr. CAM ~
Good morning, Miss Della. Just as
resi- as a flower you look"
"But, say, can't you two find a bet
er place to moon around than this
imelly old spring? Ugh, that water
melIs like boiled junk! !"
Come, Della, let papa give you a
lass and see how good it is for you"
''That stuff I'd rather suck a cold
forage egg through a mouthful of
usty nails"
It'll make those bright eyes ever
Miss Kessler."
Thanks, Mr.. CAM, but if l had
ny more health, | wouldn't know
to do with it."
'She should pass some of that ex-
"a health on to you and me, eh,
Il can tell you, Kessler, that when
look at Miss Della's rosy cheeks and
lie way she dances around, like she
as playing tag all day with the sun
line and the wind, it does me more
)od than nine glasses a day. Where
} you get our bright eyes so early
the morning, Miss Della? l tell
III, Kessler, those are the things
oney can't buy"
"Fee, fe, foe, fun They're so ]
Go I can 500 Mr. Ganzu