The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-28

Why not?" she demanded. 81
love him more than anything"
After the holidays Mabel phon
ed.
"Sybil, dear" she pleaded, you
simply must help me find an
apartment. We came back yester.
day, and went directly to Aunt
Emma's. But Jacks as nervous
as a witch with aunty %putterins
around. And we absolutely must
get into a place of our own.
my dear, | never was so happy
in all my life. Jacks perfectly
wonderful. But he'll die if we
stay here know he will.
Rents + something dreadful.
A hundred and twenty-five for any
place you'd look at. Seventy-ive
for the most miserable little
kitchenets.
I'm dying to see the new apart
ments on Commonwealth-electri
refrigeration and everything.
suppose they're simply out of
sight-but we've got to get some
where-and that's all there is to it.
Jack says he doesn't care what
it costs. He's like that. The
most ex%travagant creature you
ever saw. Why, on our honey
moon, he simply MADE me buy
everything | as much as looked at.
Oh, darling, it's simply too good
to be true. | keep pinching my
self to see if I'm really awake"
Sybil met her that afternoon.
A new Mabel, in abbreviated
skirts and French pumps.
For 10 years." she explained,
surveying her stubby vamps COM
~placently, 1--WE been dressing like
a stylish stout. Now I'm on a
diet, and l buy my clothes in the
misses department"
Sybil laughed. Marriage" she
observed, lis like the things you
eat-one girls meat, and another
girls poison"
We'll, my dear, the dose you
had would have poisoned any
one"
Mabel nibbled a bran muffin,
and toyed abstemiously with a
salad of beets and eggs.
please don't think me too
nervy for words" she burst out
suddenly, "but why don't you get
a divorce, and marry Craig? Is
it because of that boy who was
killed."
Sybil pushed her sundae away,
md cupped her chin refiectively in
her palms.
Time" she answered slowly,
changes everything. Stark TRACE
dies become beautiful memories.
When l think of John it isn't like
a great gaping wound any more.
It's a scar that is healing over.
She smiled at her memories as
one smiles at a child, tenderly.
".And the past" she whisper
I'd softly, "'is a moonlit city OF
dreams, beautiful in distance 1t
was a lovely little romance. All
exquisite things are frail, and per-
ish. First love is like the first
violet in springtime. There's new
ST another that seems so sweet
Mabel stirred her tea vigorous
v. SYPHILIS unexpected eloquence
embarrassed her.
Gosh" she said, you sound
ike a book"
And then, after a minute, DO
YOU think, Sib, that a woman can
love more than n man in a life
sybil crumbled a %ladyfnger re-
fectively.
"Yes-s-s. l suppose you could
owe a dozen different men in a
dozen different ways.
'"There are so many degrees OF
the well-known ecstasy-not all
Of them ecstatic, to be sure
There's young love, which is alto
gether blind, and violent during
incubation. And sane, sensible
.iddle-aged love, with its eyes
wide open-not so much fun OF
And passion, that burns
itself out. Infatuation, that comes
to it's senses after awhile. ana
compatibility, on which all per-
manency must be founded. Gooa
old-fashioned affection. without
speeches and furbelows."
"Then WHY, my dear, if you
believe all that, don't you marry
Craig?"
Sybil poured herself another
cup of tea.
Because" she said, I'm an
.incurable sentimentalist-a poor
embittered little devil, chasing
rainbows on a silly primrose pain
"Once l had a golden boy-my
beautiful John. With the II III
his hair, and all the blue OF SKY
and sea in his eyes. He died. IKE
a crusader, for an ideal. And now
he slips, like a phantom in KHAKI,
between Craig and me. Dear Ola
Craig. in his double-breasted
serge with a little dandruff on his