The Bozeman courier., 1927-06-17

her hat and skates.
Gaining impetus by the motion, like
machinery, Michelline went out. She
banged the front door after her with GUS
tomary violence, the china emblem Of the
Sacred Heart, nailed on panel resisting
with supernatural fortituds an irreligious
/ tendency to smash in bits. Then Michel
line jabbed the button for the elevator.
No movement of the ropes. She pushed
again. No stir. She shook the gates and
called. No sound. The hall was dark,
the elevator shaft was darker still, and
looking down it through the metal fill
gree Michelline could see nothing but an
inky pit. Ayel The lift was stuck all
right. Or sunk Diosl how she hated
walking down the stairs! She took to
them, Snorting like an angry little bull.
The flights which circle round the ele-
vator shaft, were not too clean, and Or
ange peels and bits Of goo were quite un-
friendly, giving her the creeps. Also the
uncommunicative doors of other peo-
pies flats. Michelline had no use for
doors she did not know about; there
might be bears behind them. How could
you tell? She slipped downwards as
Hastily as possible.
Two flights, three, four-until half way
what should she come on but the ele-
vator stuck between two floors. In the
half gloom did she-yes, no-she did see
Donald's golden head!
/ ''Donaldo!'
) "Exactements. 1t died on me and here
I am
| why did you not call like we always
do? should have come and got the
: janitor!"
. 81 did not wish to summon aid from
S you 1 should prefer to stay here till I
= starved to death!'
t 'All right. I hope you do. Adios" And
! sticking her small nose in the air, Michel
= line continued down and left him to his
Y fate.
r The tense Marquesa listened to the far
y OF sound Of voices and the patter OF
q M1chelline's feet as she went down the
= stairs. In spite of the excitement
n humping in her breast she had to smile
e She knew her little Arab well enough tt
: guess at what had gone before. She fell
she had been safe in counting on fight
IS on Donald's going out, as usual, alone
e Now she must count again on Michel
n lines one good quality-a certain child
10 like trust of Mama" in essential things
le Leaving the portero and the architec
e. at their posts amid the elevators sub
d machinery, the Marquesa went upstair
n and met her offspring in the entranc
1t hall.
Whatever the Marquesa said to Michel
line was spoken in tone so low tina
- - Donald, suspended in his cage, receives
~ II no murmur.
as He nursed his brooding patiently. A
sv least it was the day before he leftl
IN little figure tiptoed UP the stairs S
id carefully that Donald did not hear. Whs
1e light there was from high window pan
at fell right in Donald's eyes as he leane
RI blinking like mournful yellow creste
re animal, his face between the bars The
or suddenly, "Oh, boy" breathed s1dichellin
n with unprecedented softness.
She stood on tiptoe on the stairs an
. through the grating of the elevator kisse
him full on the lips. No brushing Of
butterfly, but a full lingering ever
worthy of the Americana Gloria hersel
Donald, surprised, forgot his indignatio
and forgot himself
u Swiftly Michelline went, her boots th
. second time making hard patters as sh
went downstairs, her skates banging til
- walls as she tore round the corners
an the dark. Then suddenly step misse
N out
-. -. "Ayel AVER cried Mjchelline.
nd Bump, bump she fell and ROLES
pc thump, thump, kerthump An eternit
. Of times. Or so it seemed to Donal
North.
- ''DiosI Are you hurtP Michelline. o.
ats Michelline," he called. Just faint moa
to came up the winding stairs.
is 'Porterol Anybody Help Come here
a. yelled the incarcerated Donald. He shoe
= the grilltng Of the elevator; pressed
II. desperation all the ivory headed knob
Gu punched the pretty keyboard separated
lN do, re mt-inversely, mi, ia, sol, and the
- in chords. But no faint tremor Of Il
lit responded to his frantic plavinQ
3. the instrument. Donald began to tfir
Of humpy beds, trained nurses dressed
medieval nuns, Basque doctors mendil