The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-02-01

pl SoolOlo, OyUll luOuSuL W HSl-
self, that one takes the prize,
More than any 1ends on earth, ]
hate the people who tell the world
they W it to themselves"
Sybil and her mother grated
on each other constantly. Mrs.
Thorne resented her husbands
preference for SYPHILIS companion
ship. Sybil chafed under her
mothers irritating little admoni-
tions: Edward, your medicine
dear. Edward, don't do
that My goodness,
haven't you finished your milk
yet? ... Now then, take
your soup while it's nice and hot.
."She knew habitual nag
ging was the curse of her fathers
life.
do go, Sybi," her mother was
saying. Perhaps your father
would like to be alone with me,
for a little change"
"All right, Craig" she agreed,
I'll CO."
He was there in half an hour
in a shiny new sport car, with
trick accessories, and a tuneful
horn.
Nov there's a nice young man."
approved Mrs. Thorne. do you
suppose he'll eve ask you to
marry him, Sybil?"
Mrs. Thorne worked on the as
sumption that girls merely waited
to be asked. She could see no
reason for not jumping at any
good opportunity to catch a nice
young man" 1t would have been
such a comfort to her to have
Sybil "all nicely married and set
tied down."
Mr.. Thorne smiled sympathetic
ally over his wife's head, but Sybil
read in his eyes an echo to her
mothers question.
"Goodby, daddy dear. I'll be
home in no time at all. And I'm
going to find some nice asparagus
for you and strawberries, too"
They'll be awfully expensive"
demonstrated Mrs. Thorne. "As-
paragus is just out of sight. And
dollhouse fruit We never knew
about such things when l was
young"
Sybil kissed her father on his
bald spot.
"The best is none too good for
Mr.. Edward A. Thorne," she as
sured them.
Lets go out Commonwealth
avenue and through Wellesley, up
to the back roads," she suggested
as Craig tucked her in beside him.
I'D like to feel a BIT Of Spring
time"
Craig was very quiet.
Its good to see you again,
Sybil," he told her gravely. 1--WE
missed you a lot"
They drove in silence to the
reservoir. And there he took her
hand, under the robe that covered
her knees.
Its going to be lonesome" he
suggested, when Tad gets mar
ried."
Sybil knew he meant it would
be lonesome when her father died.
EYES," she said.
Presently he began again.
"My dear, I'm not much on max
ing pretty speeches. But you
know I'm crazy about you, Sybil.
get along pretty well, don't
we? l understand you better than
any other man w would. What
do you say, Sybil?"
"Craig Newhall!" she gasped-
'Is that a proposal?"
Nothing else but" he assured
her.
"Well, that's awfully sweet of
you, Craigie, but we'd never hit
it off,"
Eyes, we would" he protested.
Better than most. We know each
other pretty darn well. People
make a botch of marriage because
they don't know each other, usual
Iy. Incompatibility is back of all
the failures. Back of infidelity
and everything else. You like me
alright, don't you, Sybil?"
you know 1 do. But, Craig,
you old ~materialist, it isn't reason
enough to marry you simply be-
cause I LIKE you. I suppose
love you a little, now that
you mention it. Though I'd never
thought of it before. But I'm not
cut out for matrimony. You want
to find yourself a girl like Valerie
West. One of those nice little
things with a lot of illusions"
"Hey!" he protested. whats
the big idea-wishing something
like that on me? Empty-headed
clothes horse! Don't you
.hink l know what 1 want. Brains
90 further than peroxide these
valerie doesn't use peroxide, I
She's a natural blond" !
Natural! Persuaded you mean.
ANYHOW 7 don't like 'em fossy. 6