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

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her W devoted admirer, John LIE
vine, after discussing affairs witt
Dudley, makes up his mind to &
into politics.
Mardy Tum! Mardy tum !
chanted Patience.
Margery's black hair was In
long braid, tied with a wide whit
ribbon. Margery's hands wer
clean and so were her white stock
ings and shoes. She brought tn
dolls carriage to pause before Ly
Ola and Kent and gazed at then
appraisingly out of bright blacl
eyes-beautiful eyes, large ant
heavily dashed. Kent's face wal
dirty and sweat streaked. His rec
bathing suit was gray with sane
and green with grass stain. Or
his head he wore his favorite head
gear, a disreputable white cottor
cap with the words "Goldenrot
Flour Mills" across the front.
WELL" he said belligerently, t.
Margery, do you see anything
green?'
Margery shrugged her shout
ders. "Watcha playing?"
"Nothingi Want to play itT' re-
piled Lydia.
Thanks" answered Margery.
"I1l watch you two while I sit with
the baby. Isn't she just ducky In
that bathing suitY'
Lydia melted visibly and showed
a fash Of white teeth. "You bet
How's Gwendolyn?" nodding to-
ward the great bisque doll seated
in the wonderful doll carriage. 81
wish I had a doll like that"
"She isn't In 1t with Florence
Dombey," said Kent. Florence is
some old sport. she is. Guess I'd
better cut her down."
During the game of pirates.
Florence Dombey had been hung
from a willow branch, in lieu of a
yardarm, and had remained dan
Cling there in the wind, forgotten
by her mother.
Kent placed her in Patience's
carriage. I'll tell you what I'll
DO" he said. an go up the shore
and get Smiths f1atboat. Well an
Choir 1t out from the shore, and
indL Dc lnc MItCh. we il swirl
out to her and bring stuff in. And
up under the bank there well build
the cave and the barricade."
"Gee," exclaimed Lydia, that's
the best we've thought Of yet. I'll
be collecting stuff to put in the
wreck"
All during the golden August aft
ernoOn the game waxed 1Oyfully.
For a long time, Margery sat aloof.
playing with the baby. But when
the excavating of the cave began,
she succumbed and began to grovel
in the sand with the other two.
Constant small avalanches of sand
and soil from the bank powdered
the children's hair and clothes with
g%ray-hlack dust.
Gosh, this is too much like
work." groaned Kent, at last. I'll
tell you, let's play the finding OF
Fridays father"
II don't want to be tied up in a
boat" protested Margery, at once.
"Mardy not in boat" chorused
little Patience, toddling to the wa
ter's edge and throwing in a hand
ful of sand.
isn't she a Lowell" sighed Marg-
cry.
Huh, you girls make me sick"
snorted Kent. I'VE won't tie you
in the boat. Well bring the boat
in and get you, then Wen anchor
ii out where it is now, and-and-
I'll go get Smiths rowboat, and
and I'll come out and rescue
you"
Margery hesitated. Jaw, come
on p urged Kent. Don't be such a
'fraid cat. That's why US kids don't
like you, you're such a silly,
%dressed-up doll"
The bankers daughter flushed.
Though she loved the pretty clothes
and though the sense Of superior
to other children, carefully cul- I
-ivated by her mother, was the very
breath of her nostrils, she had
never been quite so happy as this
afternoon when grubbing on an
equality with these three inferior 5
children.
"Tm not afraid at all and I'm
as 0llli a. INd4a 4Ss w 0AlCNANl .
With your boat"
They tethered Patience with :
cord to one of the willow ;
.rees and Margery was padded out =
boat lengths from the :
shore and the great stone that .
erved for anchor was dropped S
ver. Kent took a clean dive q y
'oard, swan ashore and disap-
'eared along the willow path. Lit a
le Patience set up a wall. v
BABY tum too, Baby tum too," b
he wept.
I'm go stay with her III Kent L
Ones" said Lydia, diving into the v
yater as casually as II she were II
Using from a chair. p
Il won't stay in this awful boat n
shrieked Malgery.
Lydia swan steadily to the shore, n
len turned. MarGery was stand
lg up in the boar. Il
"Sit down! Sit down." cried a
ydia. a.
Margery, beside herself with fear, 81
'ssed her arms, II won't stay in b.
lis Old" fl
There was a great splash and a B
cry as Margery's black sc
aid disappeared beneath the wa CT
di
And she can't SWIM" gasped Ly- W
a. Kent" she screamed, and til
ade a flying leap into the water. of
pr slender, childish arms seemed 70
ddenly steel. Her thin little legs &C
TX a racing stroke like tinv pro- La,