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The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08
The preacher looked his bewilder-

The preacher looked his bewilder-
ment.
"Then please, please, don't mention
that you know it! Please, don't everl
l lowed you knowed, bein' his room
mate, or l wouldn't "a told. He was
that 'shamed e had it, and alw'ys
KEEP it combed under SOS it didn't
show"
The banker had been staring at the
tablecloth. He lifted his face. -
"The curse of Colin,'" he COM
mented thoughtfully. HE was a sea
pirate in the days of Queen Elizabeth.
Red Colin they called i'm. Looks
like his blood would "a run out b. this
time, but it hain't. Every three r four
generations it shows up, gener'ly one
child in a family with a lock o. hair
as red as fire. Nobody would think a
lock O. hair and a drop o. blood could
set a child back hundreds o. genera
tons t. what OF Red Colin must "a
ben, but it does.
"The minute | saw that red lock on
Ken. l knowed e was doomed. I've
IlthBu LII anu lCdSOICu Wall I'LL anu
prayed over 'im-but l knowed all the
time it wouldn't do no good. That's
the main reason l sent i'm off t the
kind of a college | did-where Their
amt nobody much but preachers a.
runnin' it. He didn't like t. go t. that
kind, but l hoped bein' throwed
amongst men like that might head off
what l knowed was in i'm"
The preacher leaned back in his
chair; dropped his hands in his lap.
Continued on next to last page)
There wasayoung lady named Astor,
Whose clothes fitted her like a
plaster;
When she happened to sneeze,
She felt a cool breeze,
And she knew she had met with
disaster.
-"Hello," London.
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

Run over for a Few Minutes After
cun~A-ov
across the orchid. Brother Hopkins
lows he'd like to-"
There was no gate between the
bankers parS-like orchard and the
parsonage yard. The fence had to be
climbed. When they reached it the
preacher offered his hand to the girl,
who, to the amazement of the woods
man, took it and allowed him to lift
her down-a concession that meant
much in the Flatwoods.
At the bridge over Eagle run
merely a huge foot log broad-axed fiat
along the top-the girl allowed the
preacher to assist her again, and the
wOodsman was treated to his second
surprise. He had seen her, hundreds
of times, skip across that log as sure
footed as a squirrel.
The path beyond led past the big
maple with the rustic seat beneath the
shelter of it's far-flung branches. At its
roots a spring gushed up, tapping the
white pebbles of the tiny gutter it had
worn for itself on its way to Eagle rum.
whispering spring." said Texie sim
ply, raising her eyes to the preacher.
Jack named it that. He car think
of s. many names FIR things. He's a
poet, | guess"
The woodsman fidgeted. The preach
er glanced toward him, but made no
comment.
my brother, Ken, use t tell me the
fairies come down out of the cliffs at
night t. dance around Whispering
spring, and 1 b1ieved him-I b'lieved
everything he told me them days-and
| use t watch FIR the fairies"
She looked up at the preacher; then
back into the spring.
"Do you blieve in fairies" She
asked the question as if she hoped he
did believe in them.
He glanced down at the reflected
face in the water. "Yes; there's a
fairy peeping into the spring right
now"
The old banker grunted the woods
man turned to the face behind the
huge s%pectacles. 1t was the first thing
the preacher had said that caught his
interest.
The girl was so entirely an I'M
spoiled creature of the woods that she
let the preacher see how much the neat
compliment pleased her. With the
color tingling over her face, she
sprang over the gnarled roots Of the
great maple and ran a few steps up
the path to the edge of the yard,
paused and then hurried on. The
preacher looked after her in his peer
ing way, while the woodsman strobe
up the path and overlook her at the
kitchen door.
.Ill run over and do the chores, and
Their come back" he said.
He walked on a little way and then
came slowly back. The girl, just going
into the kitchen, seemed to know that
he had turned-seemed to know that
he would turn back. With her hand
on the door easement she waited for
him to speak.
The man glanced out over the or
chard up the side of the cliffs along
the timber line that bearded them;
came back to the eyes. The inquisi-
tiveness had lessened; the ROBUSTNESS
deepened.
"You let i'm lift y'u!" he NUT
tered.
With an odd, hard little laugh she
darted III at the kitchen door.
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

RANCH have a wonderful ranch
of 228 acres near Riverside, Cali
fornia, we'll improved and fully
equipped, plenty of water for ir-
rigation. Alfalfa sells readily at
$35 per ton, 8 crops. Price S45,-
900, mortgage $4,000. Will ex-
change for Montana land. Also
many 10 and 20 acres with fruit.
Write for list. G. P. Lamberton,
405 American Bank Bldg, Los
Angeles. 37-4tp
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

noticed Jack Warhope still leaning
against the porch post where she had
left him. She ran back, caught his
arm and dragged him forward.
"Mr. Hopkins, meet Ja-Mr. War
hope"
"Glad to meet you, Mr.. WarhOpe."
The young preacher stretched forth
his hand; the other grasped it. The
peering eyes behind the heavy glasses
studied him with curious i%ntentness,
but the woodsman, only mildly inter-
ested, missed the inquisitive look.
The old banker had taken a step up
the road.
"WelI," he said, 81 low that jist
about winds up the how-d-y'-doin'.
Texie, run in and git the mail, and
Wen be m%oseyin'.'
He half turned and glanced back
over his shoulder at the preacher.
give dickered the use of our OF
preachers study FIR y'u at the parson-
age Sister Mason-the wilder, y'u
know-she lows she'll be right glad
to have y'u come over and use the
study, she's that lonely enc the par
sen died. Wen stop as we go a-past, and
you can take a look at the study, and
meet Sister Mason. But, as | writ yu,
I'm Amin FIR y'u t. put up with me-,
at least FIR Il few days'-the brisk,
raspy voice softened-"Tm honein' t
have IA talk with y'u about-the boy"
He glared down at the road; the
preacher studied him curiously.
SO long had the old mOney-lender
been accustomed to dominate every
body about him that it did not once
occur to him to inquire what the
preachers wishes might be. He strobe
another step or two up the road, re-
membered that his daughter had gone
in after the mail, stopped and frowned
half impatiently toward the store door.
At that moment Texie came out with
half a dozen letters in her hand, saw
the big woodsman, and, with a tiny
wisp of ROBUSTNESS in her eyes,
stopped on the edge of the porch.
Mercy but you're a hard nan t
nerd. Don't yu know you're goln
home with us t. superb
First 1 heard of it," the woodsman
drawled, shifting his shoulder against
the post.
The girl glanced at the preacher
standing at the edge of the road,
jerked her head ever so slightly toward
him motion so elusive that it would
have escaped anybody else but Jack
Warhope..and lowered her voice to a
whisper:
Wen git i'm t tell us about-Ken."
She turned away. The shoulders
left the porch post, and the man fol-
lowed.
The old banker was holding out his
hand for the letters. He glanced them
over, grunted, thrust them unopened
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08
Continued from last week.
SYNOPSIS

CHAPTER lon the banks of the
Wabash stand Texie Colin and Jack
Warhope, young and very much in love.
Texie is the only daughter of old Pap
Simon, rich man and money-lender.
Jack is the orphan bound boy of Pap
Simon, who had foreclosed a mortgage
on the Warhope estate. Al first Texie
and Jack ak sadly of Ken Colin, the
girls missing brother. Then Jack says
that in ten days his servitude will be
over, that he will go to California for
gold and hat he will come back. Then
the Milford stage comes in, bringing
Rev. Caleb Hopkins, the new minister
of Buckeye, in the Flatwoods.
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

FOR SALE-House and lot on north
side, 14x16 feet with concrete
basement. Price $3.50. $50 down
and S. a month. Inquire Of G.
G. Collins, box 202, city. 37-4tp
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08
FOR SALE

FOR SALE-House and two lots for
$500; 5000 cash, balance like rent
S25 a month. Clear Of encum-
brance. See v. A. Lowell, Secur-
ity State Bank. Joseph Lucia. 28tf
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

FOR RENT-One furnished and 2
unfinished rooms, suitable for
housekeeping. Half block north
of depot. Inquire of Mrs. A. M.
Hanson. 37-2tp
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

TURKEYS FOR SALE have some
nice large turkeys for sale. See
Mrs. Chas. Track at Oldtown. tip
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

FOR SALE-Four room modern
house on ~Southside, full basement,
hot air heat and garage. Price,
reasonable payment down and bal
ance on monthly payments. Write
box 368, Wolf Point. 38-tf
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

SEWING-Anyone wanting sewing
done, call Mrs. Lewis M. Miller,
Phone 94-W. 38-4tp
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

WANTED TO RENT-A fully equip
farm. Would prefer about $50
acres. Nick Andreas, Sand Creek,
Mont. 37-3tp
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

FOR SALE-Maxwell car, nearly
new, disc wheels, 5 new cord tires,
chains and motor meter, finish on
body like new. Car driven about
500 miles. Price reasonable and
terms if desired. j. H. Coffey. 38tf
The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

FOR SALE OR RENT-Three room
house, lights and water, basement.
Two blocks north Of round house.
C. w. Hamblin, at city power
house. 35-4t
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The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
THE AMERICAN GIRL AS HOW- ARD CHANDLER CHRISTY SEES
 HER

: By Mrs. Howard Chandler Chrisfy
 Are you feeling good natured and happy and fit to be interviewed this morning, MT. Christy?"
 "rhat depends. Is she pretty? And which paper is she from?" he queried.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02

we got next day when my most de- pendable model came in, victim of the same germ?"
 Yes, yes, I remember. She quite out-flapped all the rest. And you poked so much fun at her that she wept, but she came back next day completely cured"
 ''Yes, Mrs. Christy, and don't for get that when she dropped her flap per pose she began to express her own individuality, which happened to be plus. l don't mean to condemn the flapper utterly. There is cer- tain breeziness, freedom lack of self -c6 nsciousness that is refreshing to see and infinitely superior to the clinging vine, fainting type of our grandmother's day. But they lack variety"
 since you are so 'choosy.' Mir. Christy, suppose you give me your idea of the 100 per cent American girl, the kind the poets can sing of. novelsts depict and artists paint, the American girl of the future."
 Business of MT. Christy musing deeply, puffing away vigorously on cloud of smoke-Finally he speaks): Nation Can Build on.
 "The type we are looking for Is the one the nation can build on. In the first place she's a wholesome type, with a dash of the out of doors about her. and a bit tf divine common sense. She isn't artificial q poseur. She doesn't cheapen herself. Nothing that Is false or cheap can become standard and the American girl stan
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
O O O styIy Interview With My HuShnnd.v

Both of these questions are irrele- want and immaterial," I retorted. There is no smart young person coming tC weedle you into saying lot of things you don't mean. It's I who am to interview you and you're to make yourself as comfortable as you can under the circumstances. Please lay down that brush and take to smoking that favorite meerschaum
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
By MRS. HOWARD CHANDLER
 CHRISTY

The scene is laid in Howard Chand- Ter Christy's New York studio. It is not the cobwebby garret of tradi
 tion, but palatial apartment over looking Central park. It's walls are lined with books and hung with pie lures. A dozen or more portraits of noted persons, Including new and striking likeness of President Hard ing and another of Will Hays, are in one corner. Fresh flowers are all about, beautiful roses that were a recent gift from the Mistress of the White House, and flying in and out among the pussy willows and spring flowers in the window boxes are birds, the training of which is one of Mrs. Christy's pet diversions. Little Curiosity, the canary, perches on her shoulder, nestles in the golden mesh es of her hair or plays dead" at her command in the hollow of her hand. The artist himself, friendly and humorous, whose illustrations of the American girl have for the past two decades been familiar to the Ameri- can magazine reading public, sub
 mits, aftef considerable goed-nat- ured parrying to being interviewed by "Nancy," as Mrs. Christy is known by her family circle and intimates.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02

| dard. from any standpoint cant be 1 too high. Naturally she's complex of all the polyglot mass that makes up our nation. the vigor of the north countries, the dangerous charm Cf the south, the romance and fire of the Slavic race; the fine, high, moral sense and the self-respect of the Anglo Saxon. You put that in your crucible and add intelligence, refine ment, dignity, pose. and you turn out a type that will be an inspira- tion to poet, novelist and artist alike and what is more will be worth the chronicles of future historians Egyptian queens, Roman matrons and Greek goddesscs, will, in the prscnt day vernacular, Mrs. Christy, have nothing on her"
 Are you dealing in futures or does this paragon really exist You must admit, Howard, you've set q pretty high standard for the Am erican girl to live up to"
 "A national standard can't be too high, can it? And as for finding. her don't l paint her daily" Didn't
 marry her? Don't 1--''
 "Ssssh ssh. This isn't meant to be perst nal and besides it's terribly old fashioned and Puritanical to admit admiring your own wife,
 "'rhere is just one more question | want to ask you. since you have become such an oracle on clothes. It seems to me you are somewhat in consistent when you decry picture hats and big sleeves and the new fangled hip-extenders and other eX- tremes ef modes and yet champion the hoopskirt of 1860. I've heard you declar, any time that there never had been a more beautiful costume than the little poke bonnet and vo- luminous skirt of the Civil war pe- riod. If enormous sleeves are bad why not enormous skirts?"
 Lady, lady, will your art educa ton never be completed? There you have beauty of line, symmetry, grace. A huge sleeve is an excresence, so arc exaggerated hips. Why if the extensions that one sees on some of the modern party gowns worn by the young flapper and matron alike actually grew on them they would all hie them to hospitals and have them amputated. I can't see why. when hips have always been dreaded as sign of sedate matronhCod they should be simulated by artificial means You wouldn't get the men to do it.
 NO, no. I'll admit that, but this story isn't about men and their manifold virtues and beautiful fig ures. Some day maybe they will in- vite you to interview me about that side of the question, and when I get started you may want tG' crawl into 1 that suit of armor over there for pro- l tection.o
 At which thrust MT. Christy
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
Fly DOROTHY DIX

Whats poor girl to do" asked a bewiidered young woman, how can she retain her ideals and still have beaux?
 If she don't let men kiss her when they call upon her, they call her Dumb Dora" and pass her by. If she does indulge in betting parties they condemn them for lacking maidenly modesty.
 If she won't run around to all- night parties, and go to hectic danc- ing places, she spends her evening as fireside companion for mother. If she does go the place she isn't the kind of a girl they want for a wife.
 If she sits at home and waits for the fairy prince to come, he never shows up. If she goes out and chases him down he never ceases throwing it in her teeth that she was a hus- band-hunter.
 If girl wants to have any atten- tion from men she has to be step per-out. If she wants to get mar ricd, she has to be go-getter. And then she has to listen to men ask why girls aren't the shy violets they used to be.
 80 what is a poor girl to do?"
 Alas daughter, this has ever been the case. Man has always asked the impossible of women. Be fire to him. and ice to all the balance of the world,'' is the masculine creed, and from the time when the memory of woman runneth not to the contrary, men have taught women to do the very things for which they most lam bast them.
 The reason that the feminine sex is so variable and unstable is because it has had to change so perpetually between what men say they admire in women. and what they really do like in women. that it has never had q chance to jell It has always been kept in a more or less fluid state.
 Every man has his ideal woman who is modest, and shy, and pure of heart, and domestic, and patient, and devoted, but the women whom men flock about are the gay and painted butterflies, not the grubs. It Is not the good women who are the most loved, nor do the thrifty. industrious wives have the most faithful hus- bands
 It is mans inconsistency about woman that Keeps woman always guessing. Take the matter Of clothes, for instance. On no subject ere men more eloquent than they are about the feminine weakness that causes it to make a god of dress, and to spend the most of it's time, and thought, and money on ~dorning it's body, instead of beautifying it's immortal soul.
 No woman but who has listened to thousands of sermons and hearth stone lectures on the folly of wear ing high -heeled shoes instead of big,
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
CHATTER 9G.

Kenneth walked from the bank like. oneein a dream. There. were many things to be done, and done quickly. He could do 1t better in his own room than anywhere else.
 Moreover. there were articles he would need rom that room. lie would get these now so that it might not be necessary to return here later.
 For he would probably have to go away for day.
 In his room, he called up the Walsh house anG told the butler who an- swered the telephone that he wished to speak to Miss Walsh.
 She was out. the butler informed Eim-btt he did not say where she lad goae.
 "ls Folly in?' Kenneth asked.
 Yes. sir.'
 Tell her to come to the phone" Was the quiet order
 "Poly, c was saying a minute late. this is Mir. Lang. Can you tell me when Miss Victoria will be back?
 No. sir" the girl replied hesitat- inely T don't rightly know, sir"
 If you have an idea. you need not be afraid to mention it to me- the man said kindly.
 No, sir--I know l needn't. But l don't rightly know where Miss Vic- torias gone--cxcept that she said she had decided to make little vlslt to one of her school friends. She cai.ried her suitcase and her new over-night bag. She said l could tell her mother that she would write her tomorrow. That's all I know, sir"
 Did she take cab?" the man asked.
 Yes sir. She took cab down to the station, I think-though l didn't hear her give any direction to the driver"
 T sce.~ Thank you, Polly Good bye"
 So Victoria was gone! She had taken a cab--perhaps to the station. She would scarcely go away by train with Travers. It would be too easy to trace the pair. Travers would know that. Victoria, of course, would not know. For she knew nothing of the raising of that check.
 Of this Lang was certain. The girl was flighty, shallow, reckless. But she was honest. Doubt of thiS did not cross his mind.
 After a moments cogitation he called up his garage and told the man in charge to have his car put in
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
What's Girl Going to Do To Be Violet and Go-Getter?|

flat, comfortable, roomy ones, and the stiffness of clothing herself in chiffon instead of red flannel, and the immodesty of going forth In skirts that hit the knee instead of those that drag the ground ju"t be- cause short skirts happen to be the fashion, and the vugarity of using rouge and lip stick, and so on, and so forth.
 Any woman, listening to any mans diatribes against fashion, would nat urally think that all she would have to do to make a hit with lr+1n would be to chuck her vanity case out of the window and attire herself in comfortable, sensible, durable gar ments made for wear and not for looks.
 A man might be brave enough to lead forlorn hope in battle. but he would not have the courage to escort a lady in mid-Victorian costume to table in smart restaurant. EX- perience has taught women that if they want the attention of men that they must dress in a way that makes men proud to be seen with them. Also that the only women who ever walk all over men do it i'll pointed toed satin slippers. Not brogans.
 Nor do mems theory and practice jibe any better as regards Women's characteristics. Abstractly, every man admires above all else the home girl who is mothers helper, and who knows how to cook and sew, and who reads serious books, and teaches in the Sunday school, and is otherwise a model of all the domestic virtues.
 All of us know plenty of such girls, but we don't know single one of them who is belle. On the con trary they have just about as many dates as hen has teeth, and when we tell our sons and brothers what admirable wives they would make. they agree with us, but they leave these blessings unappro opriated while they rush off to some frivolous little creature who couldn't boil water without scorching it, but who has done her hair in the newest way, and knows the latest dance step.
 As long as Cinderella sits at home in the ashes and does the family chores no man is aware of her exist ence. It is only when she puts on her glad rags and her glass slippers and trips it among the dancers that men discover that she is desirable.
 What is the moral of all of this? Perhaps it is that when q girl darns stockings she should always darn them in public where men can per- ceive that she is domestic. Perhaps it is that it is better to watch and see what man does than it is to lis- ten to what he says Perhaps, after all, the only thing that girl can do is to do in Rome as the Romans do, and do the masculine Romans.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-02
Fauorite Recipes
 of Famous Men
By A. BALDWIN SLOANE tCOmposer)
 KIDNEY STEW
lSnndaY morning in heaven.)

Sunday morning III HedNeIi'j
 Use one beef kidney. Boil for 20 minutes let it cool and then cut in thin pieces about the size of, say, the buffalo nickel.
 Put back in pot and cover well with cold water and a cupful of raw potatoes cut dice" size and one onion cut fine and Joll until po tatoes show that they are cooked.
 Make a thickening of two table spoonfuls Cor is it "tablespoonsful?" of flour and add to stew and at the same time season stew with salt, pepper (black and little red) and two tablespoonfuls of Worcestershire sauce and stir well.
 Stew remains on fire during the addition of thickening and subse- quent ingredients which need not be over five or ten minutes.
 One may use a little less Worces- tershire and after removing from pot add little to suit the individual taste.
 The piquance of this dish is en- tirely up to the Worcestershire and if the maker so desires, he Cor she) can bring it to such d point of de- lghtful taste that one can defy the recipient to tell what has been used "in the making" as it were.
 Serve In saueers, either on toast or plain.