The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-10-21


She had a glorious morning
There was no snow and the lax
had frozen crystal clear. The al
was breathless. As she skated sh,
chanted, TO improvised tunes, BIT
of verse.
She hunted through Scottish
mountains and moors, she whirle(
from Client to AK and still high
hearted and in the land Of visions
took off her skates and entered the
house. She hanged the door, Their
stood for a moment staring. FL
viry and Margery were seated he
fore the living DON stove. while
old Lizzie sat On one edge of Amos
armchair cycling the two billiger-
emily.
Msrgery was wearing a new fur
coat. Her beautiful black eyes
looked out from under a saucy fur
trimmed hat with a scarlet quill on
the side. Elviry black broad
cloth with fox collar and muff. Ly-
dia. in a remodeled coat of her
mothers, and her old tam and
mended mittens, recovered from her
surprise quickly.
Hello !" she said. "When did
you come? This Is the first time
you've ever been in our house.
Mrs. Marshall, isn't it?'
Yes" replied Elviry, and"
with a glance at Lizzie. 81 wouldn't
be here now If Mr.. Marshall hadn't
made me-"
ooh. mamma protested Marg-
cry. 81 wanted to come"
you hush up, Margeryl What
I came for is that Mr.. Marshall
would like to have the three of YOU
come to our house for Thanksgiv-I
ing dinner"
Lydia suddenly giggled. DON'T
worry, Mrs. Marshall, we can't
come. We're going to have com
pany ourselves for Thanksgiving"
Elviry gave a huge sigh Of re-
lief. "Well, that's too bad" shel
said. Were going to have a grand
dinner. too
$50 are We" retorted Lydia.
"How's Florence Dombey?"
asked Margery. Mamma, can't j
stay and play with Lydia a while?"
We'll stay a few minutes" said
.Iviry, loosing her furs and settling
back in her chair. "It's a real small
place. Lizzie, but you can do so
title work now, s'pose it's Just as
Lydia had produced a paste
BOARD shoe box of paper dolls
which she gave 10 Margery. She
Florence Dombey in her
and gave one q to Margery'sI
questions as to the names and per-
ionalities Of the paper dolls, the
TO Elviry's comments.
ut Amt so SMALL" shifted Liz
ie. ITS bigger'n anything you
yer lived in. Elviry. till Dave sold =,
lumber he stole from the
government to start a bank" .
Land, Lizzie, don't be so cross" ,
aid Flviry. II suppose you've i
Ieard the talk about John L%evinefl 9
les getting In with that halfbreed
rowd up on the reservation that r
he Indian agents such friends i
With. They say Levine's land hun
ry enough to marry a sQuaw. =
les so dark. ] wouldn't he sur-IE
rised If he had Indian blood him- :
ELF. Land knows nothing wouldIE
nrprise me about him. They sayIk
e's just naturally crooked" IL
Lydia and Florence Dombey sud N
enly stood in front of Elviry. !
Don't you say such things aboutIX
1r. Levine" said Lydia slowly. N
leeks bright, eyes as blue as Flor hs
nee DOmbey's. E
"Well!" exclaimed Elviry, be- q
to pull her furs up, II don't
,em to be able to please you two
18th my conversation, so I'll be 60
e. Margery, get up off that dirty 8
Dor. I never cared much about =
mos wife, she was too proud, but ~
least she was clean. She'd turn -
-er in her grave If she knew what IS
is house looked like. Come, Mar hi
Try, the horse will be cold, stand E
e so long" yS
Lizzie opened her mouth to speak 5
1t Lydia shook her head, and theIc-
20 stood in silence, watching the nj
parture of the visitors. When ES
e door had closed Lizzie burst 81
nth in an angry TRADE, but Lydia 81
ly half listened. She looked !
)wly around the living room, then /
liked into the dining room and I
ence into the kitchen. She III
ened the pantry door and stared
the dust and disorder, the rem T
nts of food, the half-washedI u
~
She came slowly back into the G&
ing room. Old Lizzie was re.
,nishing the stove, still mutter- ,
to herself. Lydia observed for ba,
: first time that her apron was
ty. Thinking it over, she could sal
t recall ever having seen Lizzie at
tn a clean apron. A deep sense frs
shame suddenly envelOpeO Ly- .
shs
Oh, | wish someone had taught :
. she gfOaned. II wish mother lv.
lived. Everybody has to 90 stit
die on me l suppose Lizzie Inc
dadll be next. Adam helps to thi,
p the house dirty. There's dog \
: everywhere" LIE,
Don't you get worked up over nv
Marshall, child" said Lizzie. Won
hate her" exclaimed Lydia, {"
t what she said about the house Lvc
rue. Anyhow, I've learned how riv,
clean pantry shelves, so here sen
:. in
he tied one of Lizzie's aprons too
nd her neck, pushed a chair into ]
pantry and began her unsavOry Won
{. 1t was dusk when she fin we