The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-03-16
Mrs. Lola DeIano Swabbed Out a
Great, Shining D~ishpan and Hung 1t
in Its Row Along the Wall.

IN Its Row Along the Wall.
gray chickens prinked in the open
doorway and on the window sill a
potted geranium lifted it's head CRATE
fully to the light. On that same window
sill a coffee pot, lid back, turned it's
black mouth to the sun. Mrs. Lola
Delano swabbed out a great shining
dishpan and hung it in its row along
the wall. The pink was high in her
face and her fingers would recoil.
'Ughi" -r-7
"What, Lo?"
Nothing, AL. I'll be In there right
In a minute. The dishes is done. Shall
| wheel you back here, hon?'
mo, no. l like to watch the kids
coming from school,"
She wrung out her dishcloth after
the immemorial fashion of those to
whom falls this ancient and greasy
rite, slapped it open and hung it
across the sill. Blonde tendrils of hair
chung to her moist face.
"Comin,' AL"
In the front room, quite in the atti-
tude of the morning except that his
head lay back against the pillows
more completely relaxed, Mr.. Al De-
lano gazed at the white ceiling. The
clean litter of wood carvings lay scat
tered on the carpet, and Oh the table
beside the implements of his handi-
craft. A canary hoped in its cage,
silent.
Mrs. Delano dragged a chair across
the floor and beside the Uttered table.
"You-why amt you working, All"
81 dunno, hon."
She placed a quick hand upon his
brow.
tits because you amt feeling right,
and you won't tell me. I'm going for
Doc. Tell me, darling, are you having
that numblike feeling up around your
hearth"
"Sure l amt, Lo. It's spring fever's
got me. Even in my act l used to go
dead like a tire when spring came"
"Take a little nap, darling. You
amt slept in daytime ever since you
started the carving. Lemme pull down
the shade and fix you for a nap, AL"
He was mildly reluctant.
II gotta finish the grapevine design
for them lids, Lo."
Didn't Ben say the minute you ges
working too hard not another job does
he send up from the factoryT
Like it makes any difference. Poor
old gink, he thinks l don't know that
If he wasn't in back of us, my little
wood carving wouldn't keep us in
shoe laces.'
"Shh-h-h; here, femme fix your pill
"What'1l you do all alone this after
noon if I doze off. Lo? Put on your
little hat, baby, the pink one that Ben
likes, and stroll uptown past the Office
SO he can see you. Don't stick around
here so much, baby"
mo, | gotta clear u that trunk,
Al. All winter it's been standing
around and I wanna get at it n get
t down in the cellar and out of the
way"
kiss me, baby, and I'll take a little
nooze. Spring fever's got me for
She leaned over and kissed his
where the hollows darkened
hem, lowered the shade and tip-toed
,ut, closing the door after her.
The box-like bedroom, hedged in be-
ween the kitchen and front room,
night have been the builders after
A white pine bed and white
inc table, ~improvised to a dressing
tand. left an area between them the
ize of a door mat. damned between
bed and the wall, a black galva-
lied trunk crowded out the rooms
ole aisle.
The drone of mid-afternoon de-
A million notes swan in q
ar of sunshine which slanted
trough the windows and lay across
le black trunk. The two-ten accom-
lodation pulled out of he nearby sta
with a great changing n after a
me whistled back twice from out over t.
le greenlike prairie. A child throb- f,
ng with freedom ratified his lunch b
1cket along the picket fence. T
Mrs. Delano tidied the dressing d
and top and with a handkerchief o.