The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-02-07

her self-evident delicacy of health an,
manner.
She was not the only one unde,
strain even the most energetic fell
1t now, and showed it in her own in
dividual way.
GOD must hate money. Look who
he gives it to-" was the trenchant re
mark ~red-haired Ida Sharpley Otter
directed in keen undertones. toward
the broad backs of r~etreating Gus
tomers-in such cases as had beaten
down Mary Manchester in strength of
body and spirit that afternoon.
Il want to see that one" the thick
handed woman had told the salesgirl,
indicating with a plump finger the
dress displayed like a fine Jewel
against its own particular rich setting.
isn't it wonderful !" said Mary
Manchester, flushing. 1t was one of
those she would have given the world
TO possess herself, if she were only
rlch-Just to have, to touch with her
hnger-tips and call her own-an eve
ming gown, long and slender, of flame
color.
And with a moi unnatural gesture.
she took it and held it up against her
slender body for the other oma to
admire. 1t was indeed most becoming
to her. But this did not seem to in
terest the customer-or if at all,
rather adversely.
Gould I wear it?' she inquired
with the emphasis on the l.
why, yes, madam, l think So" said
Mary Manchester with just a breath
of hesitation, after some slight al
terations, perhaps" For the customer
was quite stout indeed, and the gown
was planned and made most slender.
I'D like to see it on somebody
some n with some flesh on their
bones" the prospective buyer then di-
rected, flushing violently.
Yes, madam" said Mary Manches-
ter, flushing in turn at her m~aladroit-
ness, and brought in the plumpest
manneQuln then available. But even
she was not sufficiently substantial to
suit h customers personal taste.
There seems to be a law against
every n but skeletons in these
shops" she said with a glance of sig
niicance toward Mary Manchester.
II wish sometimes" said the girl
Practically, though her voice shook a
little as she said it, that 1 wore my
a little further from the sur
face.
Il should think you might" said the
customer uncompromisingly.
Would it be becoming to me-what
do you think?" now asked the Gus
toner bluntly, feeling of the texture
with fat fingers.
why" said Mary Manchester,
n~esitating again before the exact
choice of language. The woman was,
n point of fact, not only stout and
n~iddle-aged, but of an inert COM
$50 you don't think so, huhT' she
inquired quickly.
"Oh, no !" exclaimed Mary Manches-
er in self-defense. 81 wouldn't say
The statement was, of course,
strictly true, yet not satisfying.
"You have practically-already," re-
urned the customer.
1t should be said for her that she
vas a stout woman, and as such I'M
luestionably greatly irritated by the
leat. She might seem specifically to
lesire to quarrel-not necessarily
With Mary Manchester personally but
With anyone who came in her way.
Yet however natural it might be, its
fleet on Mary Manchester's strength
feelings was not diminished. 1t
7as late, and she was very weary.
he customer, however, seemed to
ave endless reserve forces left for
Sc in her emergency. 1t was as if
he were beating the girl down with !
hem. !
Coral was always my color" as [
the older woman in the man