The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-10


unanimous. You and me both"
She laughed triumphantly. "Isn'
he precious, Sib? l don't care i
he is bald, and a triie aldermanic
He's his MabeTs blessed sweetie!'
mabel Blake, have you beer
drinking?"
mo, honey, I'm only deliriou:
with joy" There were tears il
Mabels eyes. Honest" she chok
ed, q never was so happy in al
my life"
I'm pretty glad myself Choir
tied Moore, moist and joyous
She's a great little girl, Nab is
Sybil rallied desperately. "You
bet she is, jack" she cried. "And
I hope with all my heart you'll be
happy as the day is long"
"As happy" cried Moore, "as
you two are!" and he called for
cocktails, to drink a toast.
Where's Rich?" asked Mabel.
"Over at the hotel-lying down"
He's not sick, is hep"
We'll, he didn't look very well
when l left him"
Mabel looked at her sharply.
"Sib," she said, rich is drink
ing too much. You oughtn't to let
him"
Let him! Anybody'd think I
fed them to him. You know per
fectly well, Mabel Blake, that I've
done nothing but beg and scold
ever since We we're married. Let
him. As if I could stop him!
But I'm through now. I've left
him. I've fed him aspirin all I'm
going to. I've bathed his head ten
million times. And taken off his
shoes every night I've been with
him. I've famed him till my arm
ached. Hive u%ndressed him.
And put him to bed. And stood
for his drunken lovemaking.'
She ran the back Of her hand
fercely across her mouth. and
shuddered, whimpering -"Now I'm
through"
Her voice ended in a little moan,
and her head pitched forward on
the table. Sybil had tainted.
& 3 &
They put cold cloths on her head,
and forced whiskey between her
lips. And, almost before she could
sit up, they began to argue-to
beg and to reason.
"Oh, please She besought them,
"please-pleasei"
Then Mabel took her hand, and
sitting beside her, began to plead.
You can't" she insisted, duck
marriage like that. You are Rich
ards wife now. And you've got to
stick. For better, or worse you
promised, Sib."
Give him another chance" be-
sought Jack. He's simply gone
off his head. Liquor hits some
men like that. You've brought
him to his senses now. Don't be
a gutter, little girl. Your hus-
band needs you more than anyone
ever needed you before. Straight
ening him out is the job you've
bargained for"
YEARLY Sybil fought.
But you're only thinking about
him. How about me. Don't
count? I can't go back to Rich
CAN'T. How CAN land
keep my own self respect?"
And when Mabel talked of duty,
she lared out, angrily.
But in the end they had their
way. 1t was a chastened little
bride they led back to the hotel.
Wen 90 up with you" offered
Mabel.
q feel" sputtered Sybil, like
a downtrodden old scrub woman
The room was dismally disor-
dered. Richards things tossed
about. The beds upset. Empty
bottles around. Every window
shade at a different slant. Some
one had put on the lights, and
switched on an electric fan.
Rich lay sprawled as she had
left him. Sleeping noisily.
There's my note" said Sybil,
where I left it."
You girls go downstairs sug-
gested Moore; and Mabel glowed
at the competent way he assumed
charge. I'll wake him, and give
him a good talking to. Shall I
show him that note of yours, Sib?"
GO as far as you like" she con
Cured ~listlessly. Tell him my
trunks packed. And you might
mention that I'd never have come
back if it hadn't been for you and
Nab"
In the lobby the girls sat side
by side.
Well. Nab. why don't you say
Il told you so?"
"Sh, dear. Don't talk like that"
Well, you We're right. You told
me I'd be sorry"
Il know, honey But that
doesn't help matters now
In miserable silence they watch
ed the happy throngs along the
;
Tell me, dear" MabeTs voice
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