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

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quet mallet and slammed it down on my
head as hard as he could!"
WHAT
HE did," she insisted. THAT wasn't
all he did, eitherl You and Aunt Miriam
weren't any more than out Of sight be-
fore he snatched my piece Of cake OF
my I hadn't done a thing to him;
1 was just walking along and trying to
be as polite as 1 could to him. He said,
oh, look across the street! And when
I did he snatched it out Of my hand and
ran. Then when I asked him to give me
back anyhow half Of it he called me
names and ate it all. He called me an
old fool and "a ktnky haired albino';
and I tried to keep on being polite to
him, anyhow, and he tripped me and
threw me down and got green grass
stains all over Ely dress and knees. Just
look at theml" She exhibited these de-
facements pathetically. Then, while I
was just arguing with him about behav-
ing at least a little decently, he simply
and purely tried to murder me with one
Of the croquet mallets. He didn't say he
was going to hit me, or anything; he just
simply and purely hit me! You feel my
head again, grandpa, if you don't believe
met"
"Of course, I believe you, poor child"
Mr.. Wilover assured her, and, resuming
his chair, he took her upon his knees.
There. therel" he said. Don't be
troubled, dearie. I know it hurts; but
you mustn't mind. OF course, frankie
Will apologize 10 YOU.
D you think so-really2" Miriam in
quired. She was observing, with an eye
somewhat critical and aloof, the mutual
demonstrations of her father and her
niece. Really, 1t seems to me there's
something more important engaging us
than Clytie's imagined injuries"
81 don't think So" he returned, and
with a gentle hand he stroked Clytie's
wet cheek. 1T won't hurt long, Clytie
child" he said. Then, as he s%oothingly
rocked her in his arms. Don't you mind.
Grandpau make it up to you"
To the lady who had come to seek his
shelter and counsel these doting solaces
appeared to verge on senility. will you
kindly send the child to her room, faith
er?" she asked; but in Clytie'S ears this
request must have sounded unfeeling, for
she at once increased the volume Of her
lamentations.
you won't send me away from you,
grandpa?" she sobbed. you'll make him
apologize-like you said-won't you,
grandpa? You promised you would,
grandpa. Aren't you going to keep your
I promlse?"
; Indeed, I will"
when, grandpa9 Whengn you make
2 him apologize to me?"
Just as soon as you feel a little bet
ter. His mother will go and bring him
in here to ask your pardon, dearie."
] Miriam's expression was not sympa-
thetic. What for?" she asked.
= What for? Don't you see the state the
child is in, Miriam? Don't you see what
the boys lone to her?"
81 hear what she says he's done to her
= Miriam replied. Il don't know that what
t she says is evidence, however"
g Good gracious! The bump on her
head is evidence enough, isn't it? 1t
e certainly is for me. Isn't it for you?"
mot that frankie did what she says;
a no."
< But at this Clytie lifted her stricken
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from brimmed eyes flashed hot defiance
at her aunt. She pointed to a window,
Hes out there. Ask himl I dare you tc
a open that window and ask him! II he
he dies, and I hope he'll die soon, tool
: mo, no, child" Mr.. Wilover remon-
is strated. You mustn't say such"
e 81 will" Clytie sobbed. She's accusing
me of being a story teller and she's afraic
i. to go to the window because she thlnK
Ir maybe her own son will turn out to bt
h one! She knows he did it, and he'll eithe-
Ig have to say he did or tell a story. She'C
J. open the window and ask him II sh'
wasn't afraid to, wouldn't She?"
lg "NonsenseI" Miriam said; but she dix
," not go to the window, and, indeed, tn
it niece's impulsive analysis Of the aunt
E. state of mind was a correct one-M1rian
I'd did indeed know what Clytie accused he
Sc of knowing. She had no real doubt tina
er frankie had struck the blow; but, betn
Frankie's mother, she had fallen BAG
upon the first defense Of him that cam
into her mind It had not served, an
lie the child's accusation placed her in a
lp awkward position, which CALLED her. An
If it CALLED her ali the more because sh
felt that she was being unfairly deal
3" with by her niece. Mother Of a pe-feC
an son, who was to her Tin the SimpleS
On terms for her alteration of him) an ang'
to out of heaven, sent to be her only solaC
to particularly in this time OF domesti
tragedy-she was convinced that he ha
he done nothing wrong, even If Clytie's hea
ed did bear some little token or anoJh'
a upon it, and even if ranki had put
ut there. And yet, in the feminine battl
ng she was being worsted and her hawle'
er- boy made to appear a malefactor. Natu
Use ally, she felt that so cruel a paradox he
cts been produced only through instincti'
as ~adroitness Of Misrepresentation on tt
) I part of her opponent, and she sought Il
be any means to meet the attack and dehe
it. Clytie made that as hard for her
aid possible.
'Why don't you call him in and a.
ro- him, then?" the child insisted, for, bell
lid a girl child, she instantly perceived h
advantage and pressed it home. you s.
I'm a story teller; why don't you ma
up him come in and ask him about it to n
face?"
Frankie's mother had no idea of fc
lid lowing this suggestion. She was but t
sur that, whatever the facts, Frank
being merely a straightforward bC
would come of second best in such
GU contest-at least in the eyes Of the dott
and prejudiced grandparent. cit Isl
- necessary" Miriam said, proudly.
should never think of insulting Franz
TSest by putting him through that sort Of c
animation"
You're afraid to-" said the terril
Tery Clytie. You're afraid TO call him." A
400, at tina it was the turn Of her aunt's ey
- to fash.
Zee Father, are you going to sit there p
ting that child and letting her go on ]
I 81 ing insolent to me at such a time
VII this? DON'T you care how ill-bred S
. is?"
shes 'ul-bredP" he echoed. and he frown
lped "T,yo hrinoino her I'm Miriam IF thl
- were anything of that sort it would
etc my fault. Tn sorry this has happier
at a time when you're in distress, and
ing, I can't right her little wrong I should
think myself caDable of dealing with Y,
lSU- greater one. 1t seems to me hat WI
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