The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-01-19


she won't cut an inch after the bel
Amt that luck for you? Amt tina
luckf'
He. lips drew to a pout.
"Lemme get 1t for you, Miss Sadie
| know a girl up In the ribbons
mo, no, Mr.. Meltzer. II got I,
charge it to Dee Dee and, anyways, sh,
gets mad like anything il / keep he
waiting. | gotta go. Night, Mr.
Meltzerl 'Nightp
She was off through the maze OF thu
emptying store, In the very act OF pin
ming on her little hat with it's jaunty
imitation fur pompon, and he breathed
in as she passed, as II of the perfume
of her personality.
At the ribbon counter on the main
floor the last of a streamlet of out
going women detached herself from
the file as Miss Barnet assembled the
staircase.
Hurry up, Sadie"
dee Dee How'd you girls up here
get on your buds so soon? thought
maybe if I'd hurry upstairs you-you'd
find time to cut me a two-yard piece
Of three-inch red satin for my hat. Dee
Dee-tomorrow being Sunday. Two
yards, Dee Dee. and that'll make two
s%ixty-nine ! owe you. Aw, Dee Dee, II
won't take a minute, tomorrow Sunday
and all Aw, Dee Dee!"
Miss Barnet slid ingratiating fingers
into the curve of the older woman
arm ; her voice was smooth as salve.
Jaw, Dee Dee, wh1 ever heard of
wearing fur on a hat in April? l gotta
stick a red bow on my last summers
sailor, Dee Dee"
Miss Edith Worte stiffened so that
the muscles sprang out In the crook of
her arm and the cords in her long,
yellowing neck. Years had dried on
her face, leaving ravages, and through
her high-power spectacles her pale
eyes might have been staring through
film and straining to see.
please, Dee Deer
Miss Barnet held backward, a little
singsong note of appeal running
through her voice.
Miss Worte jerked forward toward
the open door. April dusk, the color
Of cold dish-water, showed through it.
Dusk in the city comes sadly, crowd
Ing into narrow streets and riddled
an immediate quick-shot of cleo
trio bulbs.
Amt you got no sense a-tall? Amt .
got no sense In that curly head Of :
vourn but ruination ~notions?"
Jaw, Dee Deer |
They were in the food tide which |
ike a human torrent flooding the q
streets, then spreading, thinning, and l
inally seeping into homes, hall bed
'ooms and Harlem flats. 1
Miss Edith Worte turned her sparse |
ace toward the downtown tide and 0
Igainst the light wind that tasted of v
ain, and tapped her skirts around her )
hin legs. 7
Watch out, Dee Dee! Step down; a
here's a curb" d
81 don't need you. It's lots you care g
[ / go blind on the spot" n
dee Dee !"
God If I didn't have nothing to II
Vorry me but red ribbons! l told the n
octor today, while he was putting the u
in my eyes, that if he'd let me go
lind II"
II forgot, Dee Dee, today was your
ye-doctor day. He's always scarin' !"
on up. Just don't pay 10 attention. o.
forgot it was your day." al
"Snre you forgot. But you won't for u
ct if I wake up alone In the dark al
day"
Dee Dee!" !"
you won't forget then. You won't y
orget to nag me even then for buds -
!, go a~utomobiling with fly men that
mt bring you no good" ut
Dee Dee, l amt been but one night tn
lis week. l been saving up all my te
Ights for-for tonight
Tonight. Say, if / can't keep you
ON going to the devil on skates If
TITS only the second time this week,
Dee, and II promised. He'll have
lie limousine top off tonight-and
it's just like summer A girls
,tta have q little something once In 4
while" B
What do / gotta have? What dc / "
otta have but slave and work." E