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

W De OPchiy oc'OeCN ~ iSS"
mates"
The wedding, as weddings go
was a great success. MabeIs
aunt wept. in the fashion of aunts
and Mrs. Thorne after the manner
of old friends of the family.
Sybil was beautiful in velvet thai
borrowed the warm crimson OF
sparkling burgundy. The groom
camoufaged his bald spot effec.
lively, and wore a gardenia in his
buttonhole.
Afterward Mabel cut her wed
ding cake in the vestry. and threw
her bouquet from the stairs.
There were more tears, and a
great deal of confetti, and much
meaningless laughter. Until, at
last. she and Jack escaped in a
closed car, loaned for the occa-
sion, and drove to their hotel.
They were taking the midnight
for New York.
Il don't care if it is hicky,"
Mabel had defended her choice
r%esolutely. I'D rather see a lot
of good shows than a few noun
tains and lakes"
Don't forget Grants tomb"
leased Tad. And there's Mag
ara. you know. All real hicks go
to Niagara"
Whose honeymoon is this any
how" she wanted to know. Wen
ride on the top of a bus, and hold
hands, if we want to-. l only wish
Coney Island was open!"
AT last it was over. Goodby
Goodby Tad drove
Sybil home. Faster Faster!
can hardly wait to see my baby"
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.! Did
ums miss 90 muvver? Naughty
muvver! Oh, he's JUS a incest
boy whatever was! Bess his little
heart. Angel child"
The exquisite nonsence of moth
ers!
Sybil was convinced that she
had neglected her child. All the
preparations for Mab's wedding.
Shopping, and fittings, and con-
ferences.
well, he was a poor little boy
and nobody loved him!"
The boy laughed his delight.
And. cooling rapturously, pulled his
mothers hair, and put his soft
little wet mouth against her
cheek, and beat her face, gleefully.
with his tiny hands.
IF l were religious, as l used
to be-" Sybil told her mother, I'D
think it was sin to love anything
as much as | love my baby"
Valerie adored the child.
I'D have one myself" she de-
clared. "if it wasn't such a trouble.
Ugh! ! do love babies-but it's SO
unesthetic, getting them.
She wrinkled her nose in a way
that Tad had found enhancing
some two years ago.
"Unesthetic your grandmother"
he told her brutally. You're scar
ed. That's all that's the trouble
with you."
CHAPTER XXXIII
Sybil held her baby on her lap,
and twisted his yellow ringlets
into eurls,
1--WE an awful, clammy feeling"
she said. "as if something dread
ful was Going to happen to him"
She clutched him to her heart,
and held him so tightly that he
cried in fright, and dug his small
fists against her face, to free his
little body from her embrace.
Tad, picking out idle notes at the
piano, stopped his humming to
laugh.
Eve said that to ADAM" he
remarked, whenever Cain or Abel
got a cold in the head. All moth
ers have the same 'clammy feel
ings'-and the offspring invariably
survives"
Mrs. Thorne drew her purple
afghan about her narrow shoulders
and shivered.
I've got SOS l believe the
Lords never going to be through
furnishing u.s." she confessed dis
mally. Though if He ever let
anything happen to that baby, it
seems as if there'd be nothing else
to live for"
They all worshiped Teddy, and
declared staunchly that he was "a
real Thorne." He was a hand
some child with endearing, small
manners. 1t was, for instance, his
adorable way to slip his soft, baby
hand into the hand of one or an
other of his worshiping relatives.
He was an affectionate baby and
unusually demonstrative. When
he was tired he liked to be held,
and, with one hand clutching his
own yellow curls, would lay the
other confidingly against e
cheek of the person who held him.
Christmas came, and Teddy, at
eight months, was lovelier and