The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-03
Hosea VIII, z.

tonight, do youl Why darling
I've been dreaming about thi
Here's the elevator" she in
terrupted, and stepped into tn
little gilded cage.
Twenty minutes later there wa!
a gentle knock at her bedroom
door.
"The prodigal brideg r 0 o m =
cried a loud, glad voice, and Rich
ard bent to kiss her.
Darling! You've been crying.'
He kissed her soft wet face.
"Why, Sybil - Sybil dear you
mustn't. Tears simply l~acerate
me-"
He found his handkerchief, and
tried to wipe them all away.
Shuddering, she turned from
him.
please" she implored, Ego
away"
But he sat on the side Of her
bed, and stroked her forehead and
her hair. When she had grown
quieter, he put his arms about
her. And SC the night passed.
The sun was streaming through
the broad windows that front the
Prado when Richard, tossing rest
lessly, opened his eyes n
groaned.
ooh, my head"
Sybil, at the desk, turned and
contemplated him remotely.
You look" she volunteered,
like the wrath of God, and bent
again to the paper on which she
wrote.
Once the pen point stuck, and
ink spattered on the Wilderness of
the Seville's crested stationery.
She murmered detachedly, and
then he heard her pen go scratch
ing determinedly on. Scratch.
Scratch. Like tacks ripping his
brain apart.
He raised himself on one elbow
and surveyed her uncertainty.
please" he asked humbly,
pull that curtain, will you, Sy-
bil?' The suns right in my
eyes"
She adjusted it, and with her
back to the bed, told him, I'm
going out for breakfast with
Mabel"
You're not going to leave me
like this?"
TN ask the clerk to send some
one up"
But I'm a sick man, Sybil."
He groaned with great fervor.
God, I'm sick,"
81 am very sorry, Rich"
He raised himself in bed. Put
his head on his knees, and Graded
his body with his arms, rocking
back and forth.
Il don't believe you know how
! feel, dear" he moaned.
Il begged you not to drink last
she reminded him coolly.
81 know you did, darling"
"You-your were horrid to me-"
Her voice broke on a sob.
WAS l, Sib?" Oh, Lord!"
He broke off to his rock
ing. What a head Ring for
icewater, will you? And get
ne some more of that aspirin"
Dutifully she rang, and dutifully
the tight little lid from the
box of tablets. !
'Will two be enough?' she ask
ed dispassionately, and when he t
had taken them, she started to- s
ward the door. '
IF you knew how sick | am you $
wouldn't walk out on me like /;
his" he objected miserably.
"Oh, yes I would. l know just ]
What Pm doing" {
You're not angry, Sib?"
Angry? Oh, no."-there was a 1
world of scorn in her tone-"I'm i
lwfully happy"
I'm sorry, dear. Honestly, l S
He tried to reach her hand.
1t was a wretched thing to do" v
She crossed the big room to the d
.ng mirror; powdered her nose v
rom the vanity that hung about d
.er neck, and touched her lips with d
crimson stick. Poked a bit of /
air up under the little pink hat d
he wore. And turned to look I
Oddly at her husband. d
I'll drop in later, to see how
are" Y
"Sybil." a
He jumped from the. bed and g
ED her by the shoulders. tt
i've told you I'm sorry. What g
lse do you expect me to do?
he'd a lot of crocodile tears, and c.
rovel at your feet? 1t isn't my s.
lult that I'm sick, is it," il
She shrugged with dainty dis IL
ust. oil
"See here, Sib-you wouldn't go b.
ack on me the very day after al
ere married? Oh. Lord, darling
I'm crazy about you. You know dc
am. sweetheart. I'm too sick to at
Tx" pl
Getting sick's nothing" she It
I'D him airily. I'm MOI angry ba