The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-05-10

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2 says. Girls with bodies as Lowell,
: and brains as keen Those wer,
his own words, Mabel. ANY gir
of my type, he declares, coulc
t satisfy him. God Almighty, VIII!
( did | marry HIM"
Presently Moore came down.
CHAPTER XXI
Jack Moore smiled benevolent
ly, well pleased with his efforts.
well, WELL" he began, an6
rubbed his hands together with
vast satisfaction, "our young friend
is thoroughly ashamed of himself
don't believe you'll have any
more trouble with him, Sybil.
The realization that you might
leave him Strengthened him right
out"
Sybil smiled-a strained, polite
little smile.
you've been awfully good,
Jack"
'Will you go up now, dear?"
prompted Mabel?"
ooh, l suppose So"
And Wen see you in the morn
ing"
Rich was pacing restlessly. Up
and down the big room. Smoking
~nervously in habitual fashion.
His face flushed and his hair
tossed.
Sybil thought his eyes were the
brightest things she had ever seen.
She stood silently in the doorway,
feeling ridiculously more like a
penitent than an outraged wife.
He stopped his striding, and turn
ed to face her.
"Well, she said. here l am
Exactly like that, and ragged
within for sounding so humble.
You're a nice girl-you art!'
Then she saw that he was
angry.
Running to Nab and Moore
with stories about your husband!
Making a fool Of me Anybody'd
think I'd been beating you. Sniv-
cling and crying I suppose.
Good Lord, who do you think
you are? You're no little limo
cent. my lady. Not by a long
shot. A woman of the world, if
I ever knew one. Pulling a line,
like a 16-year-old. Kicking up a
rumpus because I've been drinking
a little. How long, may l ask, has
that been a sin in your calendar,
Miss Virtue?"
Quietly she heard him out.
81 came back, Rich. because
thought I ought. l thought you
needed me. l thought you would
be sorry. and that we would start
all over again"
Sorry" he sneered.
Eyes, sorry" she went on even
ly. But | see o that l was
mistaken. Perhaps it is because
you are still intoxicated that you
are talking this way. Perhaps
you WILL be sorry in the morn
ing.
I'm going to be fair with you,
Rich. Tomorrow will be another
day. You're not in any condition
to talk tonight.
Il won't stay with you. Prob
ably you don't want me to. |
guess you hate me now. I'll go
to the Ingla Terra, and you a
come to see me in the morning"
You'll do nothing of the sort.
What do you think l ana poor
worm? Letting my wife go gall
wanting off.
q don't know how you're going
to stop me, Rich"
She va still carrying her small
travelling bag.
"See-Tm quite ready. I've
plenty of money, and I'm not at
all afraid of you"
+ * \
Suddenly his manner changed.
Don't go Sib. For Gods sake,
don't go. I've been rotten to you,
know. My nerves are all shot,
Sib. l shouldn't drink know
shouldn't. But you don't know
how it is. when a mans system
Graves the stuff. Sybil-there are
times when / want a drink so
much that it hurts. l get SICK
wanting it. It's the only thing
that sets me up. And then-you
know yourself how tits, dear. No
one ever means to take too much.
swear I'd rather cut off my right
hand than act the way I've acted.
[ couldn't help it, Sib. l simply
couldn't help it."
He sank into a chair, and
groaned aloud.
There isn't a more miserable
in the world. Don't hate me,
lear. You're all l have. l need
you So"
He was pitiful Like a little
boy, worn out with temper. sob
Ding his remorse.
Tad was like that when he was
small She remembered his un-
y|overnable RACES. and the way he
red afterward and Dromfsed TO