The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-21

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SYPHILIS first lawless a%ction?"
Mrs. Thorne pondered vagely.
she always was a defiant child.
l remember how she used to kick
her little puff at night. And the
way she threw her bottle out of
her crib. But, tell me, Mr.. Gran
don, you don't think inhibitions-"
81 certainly do" acclaimed Mr..
Crandon.
CHAPTER XXI
Mrs. Thorne leaned back in her
Boston rocker. Mr.. Crandon flow
ed on. BY and by the maid came
with tea. Before they knew it the
clock on the mantle was Ginning
four.
81 am very sorry" said Mr..
Crandon, 81 have another appoint
ment now"
And Mrs. Thorne, gathering
her moleskin about her, apologize
ed and prepared to depart.
g" feel so much better,'' she
told him. Il simply can't thank
you enough for all you do for
me. It's as if a load were lifed
from my mind"
And that night she told Valerie,
MIR. Crandon thinks it would be
a great mistake to send Sybil
away. And he says that the child
may be a perfectly marvellous
thing for her. He is very anxious
to analyze Sybil-for her own
good, you know, Valerie. But l
suppose she wouldn't hear of such
a thing"
Il should say mott" scorned
Valerie. "And what's. the sense of
Analysing Sybil? The girl never
had a repression nor an inhibition
in her life. It's primitive ego
that's SYPHILIS trouble-and there's
no sublimating that, Mother
Thorne. Besides, she'd just laugh
at you"
81 suppose So" agreed Mrs.
Thorne sadly. well, we won't
let her go away anyhow, Valerie.
Mr.. Crandon advised very def
against it,"
Sybil, however. had ideas of her
own, and it was Tad who persuad-
ed her at last to stay at home.
1T seems to me-" he said,
that it would be a cowardly
thing to hide somewhere. Like a
confession of fear-fear of what
are going to say. There's
nothing like facing the music.
Hold up your head, Sib. And
tell them all to go to the devil"
AS soon as the announcements
were out, the news began to per-
"Sybl Thorne's going to have
baby"
"a baby? My dear, what are
you talking about! l just got an
announcement of her marriage"
Welt"
You don't mean it?"
Il certainly do. Next April l
Women telephoned each other,
at all hours of the day and night.
At bridge parties they forgot to
play cards. They met one another
for luncheon, and their food grew
cold while they talked. The most
arrogant of them went to see her.
With incredulous EXPLANATIONS.
and small gifts they invaded her
privacy.
One day she bundled together
i've little jackets, six pairs of
Dooties, four baby dresses en-
Droidered in Madeira, and a knit
bonnet or two. Tying them around
with a blue satin carriage ribbon,
she laid them on the blazing logs
the library fireplace. And
while they burned she held a tiny
bank of silk and wool, all shrunk
with tears, to her lips, and
excitedly.
Look" she cried, when Tad
came in and found her crouched
over the ashes. I've burned all
he tickets of admission my
friends brought to come to look
1t me-
Winter dragged on-such a long,
ong winter. Sybil was very beau
.iful. but there was no one to see
Ter somber loneliness but her
mother, and Tad and Valerie. Her
eyes seemed to grow larger, and i
n their tragic depths there was a
of Madonna beauty. {
She moved quietly with a sort t
heavy, peasant grace. And she
yore a blue smock of soft wool 5
he color of wild flowers in the ]
.ountry. She looked womanly and {
ull of grace. She seldom went s
,ut, being conscious of all that
vas being said. '
Once Craig came to call, but she
,ent down word that she was I
ut. After that he left flowers with 7
is card occasionally, but never
gain asked to see her.
Then, at last it was over. Spring I