The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-09-14
NOW co on WITH THE STORY

I Ek
"Oh. FAITH" Cherry. looking as
cool as water lily in her petal
skirted green organdy, her vivid face
framed in a dropping brimmed Leg
horn hat. popped into the kitchen
where Faith was at the sink. scrap
ing esgy breakfast dishes.
BE an angel and clean my pinl:
georrette! I've got to rush down
town and get my application in at
the agency. May get IA try-out to-
day. who knows? won't be home
for lunch"
joy. swathcd in one Of Faiths long
aprons. flirted her tea towel alarm
ingly close to Cherry's carefully
tinted face. II heard you ut the
telephone. Cherry Lane! You was
flirting with Chester Hart! He's
going to take her to town in his car,
Faith"
"You little Hart" Cherry seized her
small sister by the shoulders and
shook her fiercely. ''T'll make Moth
err attend to you, you little devil!
Don't you believe word she says
Faith. l wouldn't lift finger to-
"Oh. it's all right. Cherry Faith
said, and thumped "a stack Of plates
into the sink so hard that they rat
tied. If Chester likes you better
than he does me. you. can have him!
Don't think for IA minute that want
him."
"Well, neither do r." Cherry
laughed with relief. Hes a funny
old fat-head. isn't he? And his hands
perspire-ugh! Didn't you loathe it
when he tried to paw you, Faith?"
"He knew better than to try it."
Faith said grimly. YOU'D better
run along, Cherry. Therell be a
dozen girls ahead Of you. Bring nae
a skein of dark red embroidery floss,
won't you? ! need it for joys tan
linen dress. She wants to wear it
the first day Of school.
Mrs. Lane had settled herself
groaningly at window of the din
ing rOom-a window which COM
manded view of Myrtle Street, on
which their down-at-the-he heels, six
room house stood. In her dropsy-
puffed hands was her inevitable
tatting.
From the dining room, too, Mrs.
Lane was abe to keep her eye on
Faiths activities, and to make her
criticisms, advice and general COM
ment heard, no matter where Faith
was working.
When the dishes were done, the
rickety old gas range swabbed off
and the kitchen floor swept, Faith
was ready to tackle the bed-making
and cleaning.
MON, can ! 60 over to Grace's?
Her dogs got four new puppies, and
she said she'd give me one" Joy
demanded shrilly..
"Oh, for goodness sake, yes! It's
just go. CO.. 60, from morning to
night! But I'll wear you out if you
bring one Of them puppies into this
house. We got enough hungry
mouths to feed rs it is. Now, dry
up! Not word out Of you!"
Faith began her house cleaning at
the living room; smoothed the
rumpled sheets, clamped down the
fat pillow which Juniors head had
pummeled during the hot night, and,
breathing heavily with the effort,
folded up the davenport.
An empty candy box on the floor,
spewinR out its frilled paper cups.
|. Why did every last one Of
them throw things on the floor for
her to pick up? Cigaret stubs in a
cracked saucer-if Dad had seen
them, Junior would have been given
q stiff calling down, even if he was
twenty-one.
Mrs. Mitchell has been standing
on her front porch for the last half
hour. talking to a smart-Aleck- book
agent" Mrs. Lane called out to
Faith. IF her husband could see
how she cuts her eyes and flashes
her dimples at every young squirt
that comes along"
she'll hear you, Mother" Faith
warned her, as she flirted cedar
oiled rag over the library table" and
! the broken-springed morris chair
Dads favorite, though he didn't have
much time to enjoy it, for one Of
Cherry's young men was always
sprawling in it.
II guess ! know what TIM doing!"
Mrs. Lane said tartly. Hes going,
! do believe! And she give him an
order for book. Don't answer the
doorbell if he comes here, Faith"
Il WON'T" Faith promised her
rather grimly. II wish you'd make
Cherry give you the ten dollars for
last months installment on the
piano." she continued, as her oiled
rag went carefully over the CHEAP
piano that Cherry had bought ION
time" and which Mrs. Lane was pay
ing for; the long piano bench, ringed
and stained and burnt with cigaret
ends.
"What are you doing in there
FAITH" Mrs. Lane, who had ignored
the remark about the installment on
the piano. demanded after ! bit.
Taking down the curtains" Faith
called. They're . sight-yellow
with sunburn and dust. ! don't see
how I'm going to have time to wash
and Iron them by night, but Dads
counting ON making ! good impress
sion on this Bob Hathaway"
| She took her armful 81 dusty eur.
tains to the kitchen, piled them into
. sine wash tub. sprinklsd them with
soap powder. and left them to soak
in hot water until thu. rest Of the
house was cleaned.
Then. feeling that there were NOT
lenough minutes In the day ahead al