The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-03-22

leaves Boston, thoroughly dis
tracted, about the time her
brother Tad returns with his
frivolous little bride from
their wedding trip.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XI
1t "a evening of the second da.
and Nab began to feel ill. I'm
going to lie down, "she told Sybil
1T would be so CHASTITY to die OF
deck"
The Jones-mother and daugh
ter-had already retired. Mis-;
Virgins, a trife green, took deer
breaths of ocean air and made des
perate conversation with Mr.. Win
sor. Father Finn was reading his
office as though nothing troubled
him.
ITS blowing up" announced Ma
bel n%ervously, "and I'll bet it's go
ing to storm. If I get any sicker
I'm going to jump overheard"
Mrs. Parkins sat up straighter,
put her hand resolutely to her
mouth, folded her baby dresses de-
l~iberately. And, suddenly appre-
ciating the advantages of haste,
dropped her work basket and lum-
bered frantically within. The
pretty Corrales giggled.
Me and grandma muttered
Nab, and sought her feet INSTEAD
lily. Tell the Senoritas, Sib, I'll
kill EN- when able"
They laughed heartlessly as she
stumbled past. Beyond words,
Nab shook her fist at them and
made hurried flight.
IF you would lie down." sug-
gested Sybil. you'd feel better"
Mabel turned her face to the
wall.
GO away" she implored. GO
way and let me die"
There was a knock at the door.
Kill him." ordered Mabel weakly.
Whoever it is, kill him
"Mr. Arnold and Mr.. Eustis send
their compliments" the steward
said, "and would Miss Blake and
Miss Thorne join them this eve
ming in the captains cabin for a
game of bridge?"
t
Tell them we're awfully sorry"
began Sybil, but Miss Blake
doesn't feel very we'll"
Tell them nothing of the kind"
contradicted Nab. We'll be de-
lighted"
The little steward smiled.
VERY we'll, Miss"
But, Nab" protested Sybil,
you were dying a minute ago"
Il know it. Where's that paste
rouge of yours? Do you use the
same stuff on your lips? Thank
your gods for a permanent, Sybil.
Where in the devil is my curling
iron? You'll have to let me wear
a pair of your light stockings. !
bought a whole dozen, and forgot
to put them in my bag. Let's
dress this evening. My neck and
shoulders are the only good look
ing things l have"
Maybe was excitedly voluble.
Wait till you see Mr.. Eustis!"
she commanded shrilly.' Last
night, after you We're asleep, l
out on deck. And there he
in my deck chair. We got to t
and then he said he'd like
to walk. We did a marathon /
those decks and. my dear, '
bet l lost 10 pounds. Then-the
moon was perfectly wonderful
and he's the best looking thing,
Sib!" !
Mabel Blake! How did you
know he was out there?" .
Sybil lodged the pillow Nab 7
brew and produced a pair of i
tockings. They're beautifully t
sheer" she pronounced, running
Ier hand through them expertly.
But you'll have to depiliate your
egs. Tell me, Nab, how did you
york it?" s
"Oh, l pumped the steward, if a
on must know" confessed Mabel.
He said that Mr.. Eustis spent the
light before on deck, and slept
lost all day. The steward thought
e was kind of queer, l guess.
ut the poor mans got insomnia. 2
besides, he's writing a book" 2;
Sybil chuekled. I'll hand it to q
~. Nab. You're a great little 4
Ter. | suppose the lamb never
spected you were stalking him |
through the Silly night? Dld z.
tell you the story of his life! .
well. / know he's a Haryars u
n and his ppople had barrels