The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-10-07
THE STORY

ter, Patlence, Iyula IIOU
play to the untidy home of her i'm
poverished father, Amos Dudley, a
Lake City. Her fathers friend, and
her own devoted admirer, John Lee
vine, after discussing affairs will
Dudley, makes up his mind to sc
Into politics.
CHAPTER II. - Lydia, Patience
and a companion, Kent Moulton
playing by the lake, are accosteo
reservation. Lydia gives her food
Margery, small daughter of Dave
Marshall, the towns banker, joins
them. In their play Margery falls
into the water. She is pulled out
unhurt but frightened, and taken
Their calls or Amos to complain,
blaming Lydia for the mishap.
Ldia's method of teaching was
one employed by most of the chill
dren of Lake City when a new child
moved into town. She forced Marg-
cry to float face downward in the
water, again and again, while she
counted ten. After one afternoon
of this, the bankers daughter had
forever lost her fear of the water
and the rest was easy.
In spite of the relationship Dave
Marshall had established between
the two children, Margery and Ly-
dia did not like each other. One
Saturday afternoon, after banking
hours, Marshall was seated on his
front porch, with Elviry and Marg-
cry, when Lydia appeared. She
stood OF the steps in her bathing
suit, her bare feet in a pair OF
ragged sneakers" Her face and
hands and ankles were dirty but
her eyes and the pink of her cheeks
we're clear.
"Come on, Marg," said Lydia.
land, Mr.. Marshall, please. won't
you come too and see how well she
does TT"
run and get into your bathing
suit, daughter" said Marshall. "El-
viry, want to Gomez
"No," snapped Elviry. Lydia,
how do you manage to get so dirty,
when to my positive knowledge
you're in the water an hour every
day."
Lydia blushed and tried to hide
one ankle behind the other. 81
think you're terrible impolite," she
mUrmured.
Dave rOared with laughter.
fright You are, Lydia I guess I'll
have to hitch up and drive us all
over"
They drove to the Willows and
Margery went through her PAGES.
while her father watched and ap-
plauded from the shore. When
they had finished and had run up
and down to warm up and dry off
and were driving home, Dave said:
you'd better come in TO sup
per with us, Lydia"
mo. thank YOU" answered the
child. "Mr. Levine's coming to
supper at our house and 1 have to
cook it,"
Hum! What does John Levine
do at your house. so much?"
"Oh, he's going into politics." an
swered Lydia. %innocently, land
Dad advises him"
"Well, tell them you've done a
fine job as a swimming teacher"
Dave spoke carelessly. II don't see
why Levine wants TO get into poll
tics. He's doing well in real es-
tate"
"Oh!" exclaimed Lydia, with a
child's Importance at having real
news to impart, hes going into
politics SOS to get some Indian
land"
Like HI he isr' exclaimed
"Oh. daddy" Margery's voice
was exactly like her mothers.
They were turning into the Mar
shall driveway and MarShalrs face
was a curious mixture of amuse-
ment and irritation. He kissed his
little daughter when he lifted her
from the buggy and babe her run
to the house. Before he lifted Ly-
dia down he paused and as he stood
on the ground and she sat in the
surrey, she looked levelly into his
black eyes.
81 wish l had another little
daughter like you, LYDIA" he said.
81 don't see why-but God, you
can't get swans from barnyard
fowls" He continued to study Ly-
dia's face. "SOme day, my child.
you'll make some mans heart
break, or lift him up to heaven"
Lydia squirmed.
well, Margery's taught now"
she said hastily, so / don't have
to be punished any more, do II"
Marshall scowled slightly. "What
do you mean? Don't you want
Margery to play with you?"
"Oh, sure, she can play, if she
wants to, but | mean ! don't have
to 60 get her and bring her into our
games"
mo" said Dave slowly, but !
think It would he nice Of you to
sort Of keep an eye on her and get
her dirty once in a while. There
Run home, child. you're shivering."
With puzzled eyes, Lydia obeyed.
The most important result, as far
as Lydia was interested, of the talk
between her father and Levine that
night was that Amos decided def
nitely to move the following week.
Lydia did not see the new home
until she rode out with the first
drayload of furniture. She sat in
the high seat beside the driver,
baby Patience in her lap, her thin,
long little legs dangling, her cheeks
with excitement and the
warmth of a hot September morn
ng. The cottage vas a mile from
he old home. They drove along
he maple-shaded street for the