The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-05-20

people for sympathy and show the hurts
that they get nine times out Of ten by
trying to ~tyrranizeu over the boys? If she
got a bump on her head it was because
she was trying to hold him when he
wanted to get away, or make him do
something he didn't want to do. She may
have been scratching him Or"
ct was notl" Clytie shouted, and, Sc
cure in her grandfather's favor, she be-
came tncautious. Il vas Just trying to
get some Of my cake out Of his mouth be-
cause he had no right to eat it."
This astonished Mr.. Wilover. Trying
to get it out of his mouth, Clytie?"
81 certainly didn't var to eat it." she
explained. mot thenl But I wasn't going
to let him eat it-and swallow it-not
after he snatched it u Of my hand like
Such a ruffian. All 1 was doing-I@"
Here h hesitated, apparently a little
bothered by the evasiveness Of proper
descriptive phrases. 81 only barely"
she said, and again found the words re-
luctant.
But unexpectedly she was assisted. The
door had remained slightly ajar ever since
she entered the room, ard now, through
the aperture, a voice was heard. 1t was
a boys voice, but lowered to its deepest
pitch, and gloomy.
"She was chokin' me to death" it said.
She had me down, n she had a GRO
quet wicket around my neck and showed
into the ground each side Of it, and she
had the handle Of q croquet mallet clear
inside of my mouth and about half way
down my throat, and if I hadn't got hold
of it and done something or other she'd
"a had me murdered and I'd "a been
stone ead
The mother Of the owner Of this NOR
bid voice laughed in almost hysterical
triumph. '"Therel Didn't I tell you? You
always think she's so absolutely perfect
and whenever she's concerned you de-
cline to make the slightest use Of your
reasoning powers. Don't you see o
that it isn't in human nature to make
-unprovoked attacks such as she claimed
had been made upon her? Is it possible
you still don't see hat poor little Frankie
was merely defending himself and trying
Co get away from her? Don't you see
father?"
Mr.. Wilover did see something, APP
parently. He had begun to stare at his
daughter strangely, and he seemed to b.
receiving an almost miraculous enlight,
eminent. But before he could say what
he felt the morbid voice from the hal
spoke again.
st don't care what you do to me-" i
said. IT was only tryin' to get way anC
not get murdered. And, anyhow, it's M
different than the way my own father be
haved when tried to hold him il
the hall when he had to go out, anC
; they were arguing and she said she'C
commit suicide and everything. If I go
10 SuI6Ts you 10 40 10 papa Whatever you
do to me, because wasn't what he die
worse than just hittin' old Clytie whel
be locked I'M up so he could ri
out, the next time she tried to hold OF
to him? If I got to suffer, he ought to
or else there wouldn't be any justice.
guess if somebody had you down, grand
pa, with a wicket fastened around you
neck and"
{ Mr.. Wilover interrupted him. "Tha
will do, frankie. % were a bad boy t
l snatch Clytie's cake from her, and T.
talk to you about that later. Just nov
: I'm busy with your father and mother.
, But Miriam shrank from that strange
ly enlightened stare Of his. She whim
pered. "Oh, I shouldn't be at all SUI
5 prised if you'd side with George, just a
$ you do with Clytiel It's anything to b
against me, of counsel"
e Mr.. Wilover made nc vocal responst
i Leaving both niece and aunt murmurin
l somewhat feebly after him, he walked de
v cisively out of the room and strobe dow
= the long hall to an open doorway. Her
S he paused and stood looking at his son
j in-law.
The troubled young man gravely re
n turned his look. Then he sighed a Ion