The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-03-30

the little well.
d Then was good old days-I never
ought to have left Broadway for the
d resorts nohow-gettin' back is like a
] character man tryin' to convince q
e manager he can play juvenile. But
say, kiddo, if you'll wear a muzzle
about it, I'll whisper something in your
r ear
] Sure"
1T looks like I'm going to land be-
hfnd the counter of the new McPhee-
tiers when it opens next month 7"
"Oh!-the new thirty-story one on
Thirty-second street?"
"Right-oh My friend Kelrs man.
aging it and he promised the counter
to me before the plans were even
dry p
"Say, but that's some job 7"
Il amt sure yet, but I'll know any
day now. | may run down to Chicago
to see him when he comes West next
week-and if l land it, Birdie-birdie,
believe me, I'll invite you out to the
SWEETEST little supper between here
and Forty-second street. How'd you
like to see me behind a alabaster,
gilt-edged counter, eh, kiddo?"
Not so bad %
"Im just holding my breath wish
ing 1t on myself-forty a week and
three shifts! Say, it's so easy a politi-
clan would trade with me-
Il know just how you feel. l had
my eyes glued to the Avenue and I'm
ported Gowns-OnIy'-three whole
years before l ever sold anything
above a twenty-nine-ffty ready-to
wear" !,
The gray light of dusk suddenly en-
veloped them the lake was CLASSY :
topped like a c~istern, and behind them !
a darkening tangle of woods full of the :
twilight gibberish of birds. .
Gee, forty a week! On forty a 5
week | could ride in a taxi with my 3
back to the meter; l could buy a plot :
on Fifth avenue for a truck garden; .
II could even get married, Birdie" q
"Or buy an underground balloon" Z
They laughed in soft, furry voices, Z
that had unconsciously taken on the q
quietude of dusk. q
Look over there, Giny-the hotels q
beginning to light up" q
"What | think of that dump" d
Il bet right now the whole Bison
convention is ringing for more tow
els and shaving water, and every &
mans wife of 'em is unpacking the
ray of her trunk and shaking the
small town sweet lavender and crinkles
)ut of a made-in-the-house summer
silk that would get a laugh out of a
down off duty"
81 notice you're pretty strong for the
towns yourself, Morning Glory.
amt heard nothing more about that
ight-forty-five flyer since you and
Miami went out to the moon last
"Quit your kiddin'."
go to it, sis-he's the prize Bison
f the whole herd, with a bank ac-
ount l could wish on myself-don't
ct straw in his hair and ashes down
is vest front scare you off. Oh, you
ted Trunk !"
Jaw, you'll"
Likes you pretty well, don't he,
He watched us paddle off
Ike he'd give a half interest in his
bank stock to be in my place"
"Yes-he-would-not !" sung In a
DICE to deny her negation.
Mr.. Gilly busted his hands of sand
articles, rolled over luxuriously on
is side, climbed to his feet and -
wide his arms like a sun god -
at the edge of a day. He was =
white flannel epic in sartorial art, i
n heroic expression of trousers
,eased to the knife edge and wide
to reveal, yet conceal, white
ocked hose, so sleazy that the knob
his ankles strained thinner the silk.
A white silk shirt fiuted in front and
oused to a correct negligee snapped
the breeze, and with it all the
careless hair, the unimpor-
features and the too large horse
zoe scarf-pin that distinguishes the
phomore from the scholar, the weevil
ON the worker, the gent from the
.ntleman.
"Stay where you are, Birdie, and I'll
nc QOWn " LIE CdlOC IOl thC DdohCt ~
ell spread the eats on the sand and
lid a bonfire till the moon comes UP.
ere going to have some little feast
al cut-ups we are-wouldn't they
us the laugh at homer"
He bounded down the slope of beach
Chilly, the spray of k~icked-up sand
.ooting from under his white canvas
Ioes.
They dined like two gnomes, with
e fire dancing in their Eyes and over
cir hair and down their backs and
cir own shadows, curiously elongated
ID stretched on the sane beside them.
Il of mystery and absurd with the
imicry of their own gyrations.
'Have a pickle, Birdie-birdie-"
"Don't care If l do"
"Are you happy, %girlieG"
"Well, l guess"