The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-03-29
Ibis HAS HAPPENED

ana peautlIuly is on ner way 10
Havana with MABEL BLAKE,
social worker and spinister.
Sybii, weary with life and love,
has taken the trip in order to
find peace necessary for a de-
cision regarding CRAIG NEW
HALL, who. has asked her to
marry him.
Craig is a fine fellow, but
SybiI finds herself unable to dis
miss the phantom of her soldier
lover-JOHN LAWRENCE. who
vent to France with the A. E.
F. and eve returned. Mabel
on the other hand, is frankly
man hunting.
The steward comes to their
cabin to present the captains
compliments and asks if the la
dies would care to join MR..
ARNOLD and MR.. EUSTIS in
the commanders cabin for
bridge. Mabel, who has al
ready met Eustis, becomes Wild
Iy excited and borrows SYPHILIS
clothes in order to make an inn
preston.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XII
CAPTAIN HANNA was short
and fat and jolly, with a rolling
gait and a big, loud laugh.
John Arnold was a pudgy little
man and the hair on the top of
his head was thin and getting
thinner. He had a small black
mustache and a sharp little nos
and a tremendous chin. Mr.. Ar
mold was an antique dealer.
Richard Eustis was tall and
slim. His hair was light brown
and wavy. He wore it rather long
and had a habit of shaking it
back from his forehead impatient
ly. His eyes were blue and his
skin very pale. His mouth was
w%ell-shaped, with lips so vivid
they almost seemed to have been
carmined. He had a crooked lit
tie whimsical smile, and one eye-
brow quirked up when he talked.
He looks" thought Sybil. like
a hungry poet. I'll bet Nab would
like TO cook him a good meal and
u her fingers through his hair"
Arnold was one of those people
who love to find mutual acquaint-
ances.
so you come from Boston?" he
Queried. Now l used to know a
lot OF people in Boston. I'm from
New Haven myself. Let's see
do you know George Tracy? And
the Osgoods?-they're the wooden $
people. You don't? Well. now, /
that's strange. suppose you !
Mrs. Young = Mrs. Leon J
Fine old lady :" :
Eustis was quieter. .
I've asked the steward to bring
Up Martins" he said. Perhaps
you had rather have something
Mabel was trying desperately to
look sophisticated.
Il simply adore them" she ex-
claimed.
And when they came she wills !
pered excitedly to Sybil, DO you /
Eat the foolish olive, or let it lay?"
The captain had left. :
Make yourselves at home he :
old them. "Ill be in later" I
EUsTIs, presently, began to /
devote himself to Sybil. Arnold
had Mabel in a coy corner, chat /
ting of Sanwich glass. I
I've a precious dolphin candle
stick I'd like to give you" Sybil !
heard him say, while Nab looked (
if she would like to choke him. |
In vain Sybil tried to make the
conversation foursided. EUstis
could be positively rude.
I'm fed up on antiques" he an
nounced. And John can't talk
about anything else. I'm grateful
to you, Miss Blake, for taking him
off my hands. By the Lord Harry,
! needed a little respite. And
now, since we're we'll rid of John,
suppose you and l take a little
stroll, Miss Thorne. There's a
glorious moon tonight"
But I thought we were going
to play bridge"
And waste a perfectly good
moon!'
But I'd been anticipating such
a nice little game. I'm crazy
about bridge, Mr.. Eustis."
Mabel, in the corner, interrupt
ed her loquacious companion.
Run along. Sib, it's too lovely |.
a night for cards. Take my scarf
to throw over your shoulders, and
don't forget to wish on the noon.
What did tell you!" she NUT
tered under her breath, as she !
flung a bit of Powered chiffon !
across SYPHILIS shoulders and grin /
ned despairingly.
They were scarcely out of hear I
ing when Eustis turned to Sybil. {
You wouldn't break up an an !