The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-03-18
"You-yOu babyI" she whispered.

1Ou-yOu DdDy4 SuB WuASpeEGus
But Alexis was troubled.
young man." he muttered fereely, "you
promised you'd behavei"
I'm behaying : rejOiiced Michael; 81 like
But the thud Of his happy feet had
brought another auditor. Mrs. Binken
opened the door. She had assumed a cap,
white apron and cuffs. She scOwled at the
ooh" said she mendaciously to Miss
Barbey's back. Il wasn't suCe you was out
here"
And when Miss Barley made no reply
You'll wish you hadn't if you go buying
things Of them bOlsheviks."
Miss Barley frOwned and opened her
lips-then smiled cOnidentially at the mer-
chants. They perceived that Mrs. Btnken
was not to 10 regarded seriously, and
smiled back at Miss Barley to show her
that they did not mind Mrs. Binken, either.
M and Mr.. Binken, We don't allow them
to come on the place, but I suppOse you
can do as you like in your own house"
Yes" agreed Miss Barley pleasantly.
but you ought to be warned what you're
doing, 1 think" Mrs. Binken went on.
Then are the boys Louis Denisher
brought ont Of Russia don't know if
you remember the Denishers. They used
to steal your grandfather'S melons. Louis.
he was the one who was adopted by a
viOlinist who stopped to the hotel and saw
him snubbing his nose up to the window
to listen to his playing. Story goes he
could tell by the way he listened he could
be taught music. Anyways, he took him
away with him. Louis was maybe eight
or ten. Old Denisher didn't mind. There
was plenty more Denishers, them DAYS.
But when the war come along the boys
went to war and the girls to the factories.
ana they never com back. so Louis had
the whole place to himself when he come
back with them young ones there"
His wife was a Russian ?"
Mrs. Binken looked Owlish.
H says they amt his. You can think
what you like. Mebbe they belong to that
man ne went away with. He says they do
It's none OF my business. I guess he fishes
he'd stuck to farming in the first place.
there" y
Seems to me I remember Louis-a musi-
cal genius out Of this valley-fancy!'
You amt actually buying all them
What splendid ropes those are! said
Miss Barley, lingering them. Are those
promised to somebody else, or could ]
have them, tOO?"
We were going to try to sell them at
they might take them there"
" Might Not promised then-a mile t.
the village. and getting dark already
"Well-lts like this. I was going to have
a Christmas tree"
Mrs. Binken gasped with a shrill. whis.
thing. sound. Behind Miss Barbey's bacl
her face expressed the widest conflict.
And / was wondering the very moment
you came up, what in the world l was
going to do about greens. For you simply
have to have green's to go with a tree"
They nodded sympathetically. Michael
his hands lightly StrOking her coat, haC
his face clOSe-SO close that it seemed tn,
most natural thing in the world to cuddl
him just a bit closer.
so you see how it is" she went on t,
Alexis. 1.-THE church people might he abb
to get ropes somewhere else, while if
cant get mine of you, well. really" he
perpleXity would have moved a stone"
don't see what I'm to do! WOuld-wOuI
ten dollars be enOugh?' she said, frOwnin,
into her purse. 1T seems to be all
All three were startled by the bang O
the door made at that. Mrs. Binken ha,
withdrawn.
"Yes!' breathed the senior partner in
sort of swOOning ecstasy. His eyes wer
full OF splendid dreams as he reverend
put the bills in his ragged pocket.
With Michael still EMBODIED in the furr
crook Of her arm, Lucy looked up wonder
ingly at the tiny farm house that clung Xix
a gray nest at the edge of the woode
mountain. The rectangle of its cultivate
heldS was frozen in drab ridges with fin
markings of meager snow.
. so that is where sou live
Its Louis farm. We are all learning I
- be farmers We raised pumpkins this sun
81 planted them" said Michael. 81 plap.
ed six hundred seeds. And thew grew an
y grew. Louis is making a pumpkin pie t,
I night. l was six years old yesterday
He nodded violently. His expression il
dicated both awe and pride in his achievl
"a ment. Six years of being Michael.
ID A spark Of light winkled out against Il
~ vast back drop Of mountain and wint