The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-09-13
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"Yes. honey, you did wake me up"
her mother confessed, in her patient,
complaining voice, but it was curious
~ different, charged as it was with
Il doting love for the beautiful girl
who was bending toward her so
worry you, If le: on, so just kept
my eyes closed. Played 'possum on
you! never slept wink all night!
And my heads just splitting this
morning. | declare, life don't seem
the time and poor rs q church
mouse"
"Well. Mother. such is lifc." Mr..
Lane pushed back his chair. drop
ping the sprawled sheets of his pa per
to the floor.
"Jim Lane. if you say that to me
again. I'll--lrl divorce you'll" Mrs.
Lane struck the table sharply with
her clenched hand. "Thut's all you
ever say-well. zach is ifc. Such
is life!" she mimicked bitterly. "I'm
sick and tired Of the sounds Of the
words! If you had more git-up- and
git to you, such wouldn't be life in
the Lane family! Such is life!
Hunh! Make me sick, you dol"
~ do the best | can, Martha" Jim
Lane said in low voice. as If he
would like to exclude tn. children
from their never-ending quarrel.
"I'm tryin' my bcs. 10 land that
Hathaway contract. Two six-room.
and bath bungalows"
Daddy" Cherry said. the musical
sweetness Of her voice edged slightly
with contempt. ~ do wish you'd quit
working on the obs Yourself. l tell
the girls and the fellows I 90 with
that my father is IA construction
engineer. or Il contractor, and then
they see yoa in Overalls, carpenter
ing"
"You shouldn'. say things that
! aren't 'lue, I h rry," Faith said
quic H.. as she slipped into her faith
er's vacated chair and drew the plat
| ter Of cold bacon and eggs toward
her. Father is 4 carpenter, and q
good one. and it's just enterprise on
his part that makes hims land 9
small bit of contracting now anC
then. hope you get the Hathaway
con. -ac.. Dad. What's your bid?"
"Six thousand, three hundred and
fifty" her father answered. straigh
tening his bent shoulders and look
! ing down at her with boundless pride
and affection. "Your figgerin' help
ed me o lot. Amt SO good at fig
gers myself. But think Hallorar
is going to underbid me-crooked as
a dogs hind leg. Hall0ran Is. Hell
get the job ut the lowest bid, ther
ring in bunch Of extras. Don't see
how he gets away with it." He reach
ed for his un-yellOwed straw hat
that lay on the sideb0ard.
"HOw will you swing that big q
deal, Dad?" Faith asked, her eyes
wistfully following his stopped. old.
before its-time figure us he walked
| slowly toward the living room door
J Dear Dad!
"The lumber yards willing ia
.. carry me for materials, and Pa will
60 on my note ut tho bank for pay
roll and incidental expenses" he told
, her, his eyes Frightening with hope.
"Might have meat pie for dinner
tonight, honey, if you amt got
nothing else planned. I've asked
Hathaway to drop in for supper.
Might help me to land the contract,
if you fed him good. Decent young
chap. Bob Hathaway. I've been
tootin' your cookin' up to. him,
Faith, so do your durnedest!"
Il wish you wouldn't use such
language in front Of the children,
Jim," Mrs. Lane complained wear
lily, as she scraped butter upon her
fourth piece of toast and reached
for the jam pot.
Joy Lane giggled. "Durnedest!
That's an awful old-fashioned cuss
word! You ought to hear Long reel
'em off, Mom-damn n he"
"Joy, leave the table this minute!"
Her mother half rose from her chair,
then sank back with q groan. "Oh,
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