The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-03
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"Oh, Rich! Let me CO.
do you still love me, Sib? Sa,
you love me. dear"
I'll don't know"
Poor little girl"
He kissed her tears, and rocked
her gently. Her hat fell to the
floor, and he smoothed her hail
tenderly. In an agony of self
reproach he castigated himself.
81 ought to get shot. Sib. don't
cry, dear. You break my heart
To think | made you cry! What
a thing | turned out to be! Fin
est little girl in the world. And
I'm nothing but a big brute"
Finally she stopped him. Put
her fingers over his mouth, and
drew his head down.
"All right, Richie boy. Give me
a nice kiss, and We'll put you on
probation"
In the mirror cross the room
Sybil glimpsed her red eyes, and
shiny little nose. See mel" she
moaned, "all swollen and homely
in front of my own husband"
You're beautiful" he contra
dicted, and kissed her tears away.
"Oh, darling, I'm not fit to touch
you-not worthy to kiss your little
feet"
She laughed at his humility.
when the devil was sick" she
reminded him, "the devil a saint
would be-. When the devil was
well, the devil a saint was he!"
and laughing, she sat on his knee,
and rumpled his hair.
You're not going to have
breakfast with Mab?" he question
ed her anxiously, like a child
begging forgiveness.
mo, darling. I'm going to have
with my loving husband"
Sweetheart"
"And I'm going out now to buy
a bouquet from that old flower
woman over on the corner. See,
Rich-isn't she precious? The
one with the big checked apron
and the long earrings. I'll get a
boutonniere for you and a corsage
for me, and some flowers for the
table. And you be all bathed and
and everything by the
lime l get back. Hurry up now,
1r | might get mad again"
Mrs. Legree!"
do you feel better, dear?"
Better? I'm on top of the
world!" Gaily he hummed a
of song "Sitting on top of
he world"
"Goodby, honey"
"Gcodby, darling. Hurry back
When she had gone he crossed
he room shakily and reached for
he telephone.
CHAPTER XIX
Send up some whiskey and
Richard ordered the oper-
tor, land shoot it right along,
When it came he poured himself
generous drink.
God knows | need it," he NUT
cred. And shortly he had an +
ther. t
When Sybil came back he was
ibbling nuts to hide his breath. {
Mabel joined them in the after {
Don. She had met a salesman
rom home, selling paper novel ]
les. bon-bons and confetti and
treamers. s
"And those little do-dabs go
like wildfire," she explain a
d. "The Cubans are such fun
wing. childish people. Mr.. Moore t
as telling me this morning about t
leir noise-making contests. The d
squad won the last one, e
18th the ice cream vendors
econd, the n%ewsboys third, C
nd the cartmen fourth. They il
ouldn't let the taxi drivers com e
etc. Mr.. Moore sells paper caps Il
nd horns and things by the truck
.ad. He's awfully nice. He took e
out to the cemetery this morn s
Ig. to see the bone pile" A
what a romantic morning.
ybil giggled. n
"Oh. but you don't know. 1t c
quite thrilling. You see they T
G up the graves every once in a p
lille, when the survivors of the c
lad get behind on the rent. It's A
'eadfully gruesone. You don't b
" grave lots in Havana like we e
/, at home. You rem them. a,
hen if you don't pay the rent, the
lad tenants are dispossessed." T
Richard laughed teasingly. ASK il
genial friend if he knows al
more nice little tips" he sug-
,sted. perhaps he'll take you h,
the slaughter house when you
t back to Boston, Nab" pi
ooh. shut up" she ordered, and
ntinued e~Xcitedly. I'VE saw 81
netting else awfully interest hi
too. There's an orphan asy- 50
m that was founded hundreds
years ago. On one side of the yC
ilding there is a little sheltered pl
owe where a big basket swings.
People who have babies they
not want slip into the alcove T.