The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-03-08
VIII, 7.

ing away all by your lonesome?'
Thinking about you" she lied
lightly.
"Honest?"
He took her hand fondly, and
she could see how happily he smil-
ed. Poor Craig. 1t was so easy
for her to please him. Only a
little word of affection-a loving
smile.
"Sit down." she invited. q
want to tell you something
He put the coat he carried about
her, and she pillowed her head
against his shoulder.
Craig, I'm the unhappiest girl
on EARTH
4 know, honey"
His arm about her drew her
gently closer.
no, you don't. Craig. You
think its because John is dead,
and daddy. And now Tad mar
ried, And mother and l at swords
points. because we don't speak the
same language. But that's not all
OF it. Craig. It's something inside
of me. like poison. I don't know,
exactly. Something that makes
me bitter and rebellious-and mis-
cradle! oh, Craig, you don't
know"
4 think l do, dear"
"Oh. it's dreadful, Craig, Every
things all gone wrong. My whole
life. Its something worse than los
ing PEOPLE. It's losing EVERY
THING. Ideals and dreams
and hope.
There's such an all-gone feel
ing. AS if the bottom had simply
dropped out OF things. I wish I
could make you understand"
81 do understand, Sybil."
Craig, I'd make a rotten wife"
You're a morbid little sweet
heart, I'll say that for you |
But I'm dreadfully serious, i
| don't think l ought to
be married feeling the way
do" t
You're all upset right now,
honey. It's sort of a reaction af-
ter the wedding. You're tremen- ,
high strung, you know. !
You let things affect you too :
much. Valerie's been getting your !
goat. | knew she would from the >
minute l laid eyes on her. =
''Tad's probably made a mis- =
AXE. But, after all, that's his fun L
raj. If you could learn to take =.
hings as they are. But you're x
ways %rebellious. Seething inside
IL the time. Popping off like a
frecracker. You've got to
earn to take life gracefully, Sybil.
3ucking fate is a tough job. We
ant do it, little girl. There's no =,
trying. Lies SO much bigger i
han any of os."
But, Craig, look at me! I've
ost everything. You can't expect !"
ne to fold my hands, and MUIR
nur, Thy will be done You "
ant expect me to just lie down, )"
nd let the gods of fate walk all
yer me.
First there was that dreadful
ar and my poor boy was led to
laughter. And, Craig, that drove 4
lie nearer insanity than you'll q
yer know. And then there were
lie crazy years %afterward. when
all went wild. Things happen q
/ then, dear, that I'd like to for Z
ct. If it hadn't been for my
ID, I'd have gone off the handle NJ
ltirely. NJ
81 loved that job, Craig. In
lie Office from nine till five, -.
Isy every minute. Accomplish
g things, Feeling important.
those contacts with worthwhile I'd
sople. Part and parcel of .achi- Oh
-ements. III
1T was glorious. l got SO l De
opped plying myself. Intro eu
has always been my curse "d
d there wasn't time for that sort
thing at Lothrop & Sons. Tu
'mething doing every minute.
lat vas my salvation. No
And then, of course, I had to ]
We it all up, when daddy got so no,
k. And now-with daddy gone ,
and Tad-Tm like a fish out of 900
tier. High and dry on a rocky
ore. Nothing to do, but think !
out it. It's a devil of a life, br'
aig.
And mother doesn't make ros
ngs any better. Oh. l suppose day
sounds d~isloyal. But Pm not a
ry ilial sort of girl. l never on
I'D see why people assum that
res a sort Of mystic bond be- 4 ,
cen parents and progeny. I
bred my father, because he was
; best thing that ever lived.
t just because, by merest acct P
1T. he happened to be my father. riet
And mother worships Tad in dea
same blind fashion. l can IN Cla
stand that all right. I suppose Met
gives a woman an awful kick to afte
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