The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-03-15

NAB was on deck, calling to IL
others from the rail. Excited
they were clamoring for Craig.
Where is that boyi Sake
alive, he'll get taken away, SUI
. as you're a foot high. Craig
CRAIG!"
"A REAL one, dearest.
Ah!'
There. old sweetheart! And
flock of them when l get HON
again. Now run, you crazy nu-
Craigie, you look like you'd los
your last friend"
do you believe in lunches
Sib?"
mo, darling, l don't. But ",
got a powerful good one that yol
will be on your way to Havan;
if o don't clear out of here"
I've a dreadful feeling that thi.
is really goodby. Sybil, look a
me. You know I'm crazy about
you. And that goes, whatever
happens. Don't forget, Sib."
my dear" Nab told her later,
Craig made that dock by half
an inch. l never saw anything
like it in all my life. The pretti-
est jump you ever laid eyes on.
That boy sure is an anthlele. Some
girls have all the luck"
She looked at Sybil appraising-
ly.
81 don't believe you're a bit in
love with him, either. And Il
know girls who'd give their right
eye for him. It's a funny old
world"
You said it," conceded sybil,
laconically.
They had their deck chairs
moved under the awnings, and ap-
praised their fellow passengers in
terestingly.
anybody look good to your"
Nab wanted to know.
Sybil clicked them off on her
fingers.
Mrs. Jones and her daughter,
travelling, I take it, for
health. Miss Jane Virgins,
from Wellesley, en- route for the
tropics to gather material for
something or other. Horribly AGA
Mrs. Horace Parkins on
her way to Panama to visit her
married daughter, Helen.
She's knitting a baby's jacket
over there, next the minister.
That's Mr.. Winsor, with the Ro-
nan collar. There's a priest too
4 don't know his name.
There the three sisters named
.JoTrales, from Havana. They've
,een in the States at school and
ire going home for vacation. The
Missing ones are probably having
drink. l take it we're three
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# fat. He had a cap on when
saw him, but l could tell to
ook at him he's getting bald.
veal a diamond stickpin and
e has high blood pressure. The {
Their n is tall and thin. I
Mabel sighed. 1T looks" she =,
pinned, like an uneventful trip"
That's all right by me-" Sybil
tretched comfortably. I'm not L
lingering for excitement" :
well, / am. How old are you, {
ybil?" e
almost 90" /
ooh, you're young yet. l thought
OH were older" 9
81 am, inside. | look older. / u
now.' d
well, I'm a." ;
Honestly, Nab? You don't look 0
you know darn we'll | am. II
.arion Forbes told you last week '
Claire's bridge. And l happen II
| to hear you say | looked old
than that. :
my jobs wracking, Sybil. And 4
pom my word, social workers are :
lie darndest pack of sour old
Ems | ever laid my eyes on. We
TX a lot about independence and :
'etend we pity the married ones.
ut believe me, there's not a one a,
us who wouldn't be there our
Ives if we got the chance. n
Living in furnished rooms, r
onto car straps, eating in
.-feterias, doing our laundry in "
e bathroom. And we say we
swap our independence p
r a nice. loving meal ticket!
We me a good provider and a q
kids-and the rest of them h,
have their independence.
I'm a m~an-hunting female. And s,
e only difference between me
ID the rest of them is I'm honest ht
and they're not. Any time you a
e a good-looking man glancing
Y way, clear the decks for action di
r MabelH get him if he don't he
itch out"
Sybil yawned luxuriantly. "You at
axe me tired, Nab. I'm going m
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