The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-24


I'd absolutely insulted her!"
Poor ma Tad looked very
compassionate. Il wish there was
something we could do"
Get her to go to a psycho-ana-
lyst," suggested Valerie. I'll bet
Mr.. Crandon would do her a world
Of good.
"Psycho-analysti" Tad hooted
distainfully. "Psycho-my-g r a n d.
mother!"
That's right sulked Valerie.
Make fun of everything l say.
What do you know about psyche
analysis. Tad Thorne? Mr.. Gran
don's done marvels for lots of
people, and know he could help
Mother Thorne, but just because
it happened to be my idea
Now Val" Tad was always
conciliatory with his touchy little
wife. Don't go flying off the han
die. If you know anything about
this here psyche stuff, go ahead
and spring it. Any idea you can
sell Ma, to ease her out of that
rocker, and persuade her to turn
off the weeps-Sib and | are all
for it. Aren't we, Sib?"
"Lordy, yesi" Sybil put her arm
placatingly about Valerie's shout
ders. DO try to interest her, Val.
1t might, as you say, do her a
world of good"
A few days later Valerie drove
her mother-in law to Mr.. Gran
don's office on Commonwealth
avenue. He was a dark, rather
oily little man, with well creased
manners and hard, bright eyes,
who took her hand and held it
softly. and promised to help her
with all that troubled her.
He talked of repressions and
such, which he promised to release
and divert. And bad completes to
be sublimated.
He asked her the most absurd
questions. Which, for instance,
she had preferred, her father or
her mother. And if she remem-
bered her baptism. Then he sent
Valerie from the room and asked
her exceedingly personal questions
about love and marriage. Mrs.
Thorne blushed for the first time
in 80 years and found herself en-
the sensation.
Then he began to interrogate
her about her dreams. They
sounded quite harmless to Mrs.
Thorne as she r%ecounted thema
But to MI. Crandon they savored
practically of i%ndecency. He scrib-
bled constantly as she talked, muir
muring from time to time, Bad.
Very bad"
my goodness" she quavered
niserably, 81 cant see as there's
lnything bad about that"
She had, at the moment, been
discussing a most trivial little
Michael, the gardner, was
mixed up in it. There was some
hing about radishes and roses.
Mrs. Thorne wasn't quite clear
about it herself. She wanted
Michael to pick the roses, but he
lad insisted upon picking the
'adishes instead. And there they
we're on the dining room table,
ooking as silly as you please, with
heir long stems sticking foolishly
I'D in the air, and their little red
reads in a pewter bowl.
Michael and the radishes, it
seemed. bore a terrible signiic-
nee. Then there was that dream
bout Valerie falling downstairs
she'd had it three times already.
Mr.. Crandon said that Mrs. Thorne
Valerie to die, so that she
night have Tad all to herself
gain.
Mrs. Thorne gave a Mortified
asp. and turning quite pale, got
ID. as if to leave the room. But
FIR. Crandon said that it was not
t all wicked. Moreover, he in
listed. it was quite natural and
So Mrs. Thorne sat down
gain, a bit reluctantly, while he
Explained how the Unconscious
vas like that. Finally he old
Irs. Thorne she had a sex com
lex.