The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-09-30

strength n could muster.
Let go, or I'll let YOU drown
Turn over on your hack. Their
isn't a thing to be afraid Of"
Margery, with a sob, obeyed an,
Lydia towed her the short distanc
to the boat. "There, catch hold
she said.
Both the children chung TO TIL
g oENlassa 10Y 10Y choking box AM
81 can't lift you into the boat
painted Lydia. But quit your cry
ing. You're safe. There's Kent"
Kent had heard the call and some
note of need in 1t registered. after
a moment, in his mind. He rar
back and leaped into the water.
He clambered into the boat and
reaching over pulled Margery bod.
lily over the gunwale. The child
sick and h%ysterlcal, huddled into
the bottom of the boat.
"Are you all right LydT he
asked.
Sure replied Lydia. who was
beginning to recover her breath.
1t was the work of a minute to
ground the boat. Then unheeding
little P~atience's lamentations. the
two children looked at each other
and at Margery.
I'm run for her mother" said
Kent.
"And scare her to DEATH She
isn't hurt a bit" insisted Lydia.
"Margery, stop crying. You're all
right, / tell you"
"I1l tell you" said Kent, Tets
put her in Patience's carriage, and
carry her home. The water she
swallowed makes her awful sick
at her stomach, ! guess"
The fright over, the old spirit Of
adventure, with an added sense Of
heroism, animated Kent and Lydia.
Margery was leased out of the
boat and assisted into the perambu-
lator, with her dripping white legs
dangling helplessly over the end.
Little P~atience's tears were as
suaged when she was placed in the
roll buggy, with Margery's doll in
her arms. Florence Dombey was tied
papoose fashion to Lydia's back.
The bicycle was hidden in the cav
and with Kent wheeling Margery
and Lydia, Patience, the procession
started wildly for home.
BY the time they had turned into
the home street, Margery was be-
ginning TO recover, but she was
still shivering and inclined to sob.
Other children followed them and
was quite al imposing group that
turned in at the Marshall gate, just
as Mrs. Marshall came to the door
to bid a guest good-by.
The scene that followed was diff
f1cult for either Lydia or Kent to
describe ~afterward. There was a
hullabaloo that brought half the
mothers of the neighborhOOd into
the yard. The doctor was sent for.
and Lydia yer mentioned as muir
low-down brats and coarse
little brutes by Mrs. Marshall, who
ended by threatening them with the
Old Lizzie appeared on the scene
n time TO take Lydia's part and
Kent disappeared after Mrs. Mar
shall had told him that Margery's
would be around to see his
that evening.
rs the child dead?" demanded
Id Lizzie, holding Patience on one
Irm while Lydia chung to the other.
'She was able to walk upstairs"
aid a neighbOr. "It's Just Mrs.
%Iarshall's way, you know"
"I1l way her." snOrted Lizzie.
Fine thanks to Lydia for saving
he child. Come home with your
Id Liz, dearie, and get into the
ice clean dress I've got for you"
Lydia told the story to Amos at
uppertime. He was much dis
urbed.
I've told you often and often, I
.ydia, never to endanger a child ]
hat can't swim. You and Kent
hould have had more sense"
The quick tears sprang to the ]
hild's eyes. She was still much
haken.
us this lesson enough for you,
r must I forbid your playing in
he water? / thought ! could trust 5
absolutely" L"
stop your scolding her, Amos c
'udley," exclaimed old Lizzie. II
have it. She's too nervous S
child"
Amos was saved a reply by a b
ng at the doorbell. Lizzie let 4
Iargery's father in. He vas a
lort, red-faced man with black b
air and eyes. He was too much q
now to stand on ceremony,
nd he followed Lizzie into the din %
lg room.
'"This won't do, Dudley. These
lid young mes of yours" d
"yVait a minute, Marshall" in +
.rrupted Amos, with a dignity that S
z had brought with him from New d
ngland. 'Margery is all right, so s
can go Over this thing calmly.
It down and listen to Lydia's S
DRY. Tell him, Lydia" h
Lydia left her place and crowd n
up against her fathers side. Old
'zzie was holding the baby. a,
ut was like this" Lydia began. !
Baby and me were going to play -
ourselves under the willows.
len Kent, he came and he played in
rates with US. And then, right ne
ter we'd had our lunch, Margery p,
e came along and Kent and lie
ere mad" 81
The child paused uncomfortably
d rubbed her curly yellow head X
til her thin little hand in an EN- he
rrassed way. w