The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-14
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"Theu haue SCUM the tOind, and they shall reap the WhilDind'
Hosea VIII, 2.

Mabel tumbled the wool and thu
cambria from her lap. "You wal
here"
Presently she was back again.
Here, I've written their names
and ages ON a card"
She gave Sybil an envelope.
"Will you come back this after
noon, and go over the lists to SEE
if we've stockings and gloves
enough to go round? I have t.
write some reports, and / won''
have a minute"
She walked with Sybil to the
coat room. You're not such an
egg after ALL" she said, and slap
ped her back affectionately.
Sybil put her wraps on, and
backed away from the mirror du
biously, for a full length view.
She took the card from the en-
velope. to read what Mabel had
written. Betty White, 8; Jack.
Z; Mona, 6; Tommy, 4; and Joan
2. he who gives a child a
treat
Makes joybells ring in Heavens
street
And he who gives a child a
home,
Builds palaces in Kingdom
Come
And she who gives a baby
birth,
Brings Savior Christ again on
EARTH"
Tears came to SYPHILIS eyes, and
she dabbed them savagely with
her handkerchief. 1t was so easy
to cry. Then, resolutely, she
powdered her nose, and ran up
stairs to Mabel's office. Sticking
her head in the open door, she
whispered with strident gaiety:
"Hey, Nab. you old sentimen-
talist. How do you get that way?
Save up your verses, darling, for
the little Moores."
Out of doors it was crispy cold
and white. All the world, it
seemed, was Christmas shopping.
People pushed and showed, and ap-
peared extraordinarily good-natur-
lH about ~ Th@ bow nnn,f,oa n+
to which Sybil directed her steps
was the most populous place in all
the city.
Santa Claus was there, shaking
hands with children, and asking in
a big voice what they would like
in their stockings. One small CIR
wanted a little sewing machine.
"The very thing" said Sybil to
herself, "for Betty, to make clothes
for Nona's doll and Joan's."
So she bought two dolls, a bru-
net with long natural curls, and a
baby blond with painted yellow
locks. And for the boys she
bought fire engines and a fleet of
cars and freights that ran on an
electric track.
Now" she concluded with con.
siderable satisfaction, 81 simply
CAN'T afford anything for Val"
Then straight to the infants de,
partment of the smartest babyshoI
on Winter Street she fought her
way. 1t was less crowded there.
and quieter.
81 want something for a brand
new baby" she told a pleasant wo
man behind a shining glass case.
"A little dress, perhaps?"
"No-o-o, I don't think So"
"One of these exquisite bonnets
from Normandy? They're very
new indeed"
Il want something awfully
little"
"Booties? These were knit in
Belgium, these blue silk ones with
the crocheted pink roses"
They're darling-but I want
something more-more personal
if you can call babies things per
sonal. What do they wear mex
their skins?"
Little bands" The a I
opened a drawer. Here are sill
and wool ones-they're incest. A
baby's flesh is so tender. yor
know"
"Oh, aren't they SMALL"
The exclamation came on {
throaty little whisper, swelling like
a lump in SYPHILIS throat. Wher
the girl had gone for her change
she pressed her cheek to the tiny
shirt. That night she slipped i
beneath her pillow.
And in the morning. she tolt
herself fercely, 81 don't hate it
Il DON'T! and her heart sang
peans of gladness.
Christmas came and went-a
gloomy day for the Thornes. But
Mrs. White, in a dingy tenement
in the South End. went down or
her poor knees, to thank God for
Sybil. And all the little Whites
remembered her that night il
their prayers-"Dear God, please
bless the good lady"
While the good lady" in heI
pleasant warm house, discarded &