Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-10-17

Dreak since ana tliuiiiS SOui CouIlter
might solve two problems: hers and
your own"
At once Mrs. Krule wanted to know
all about Josie Sibley, her mans acct
dent. the ages of the children, why
the father might have taken his life.
She listened a~ttentively to what ! i'm
parted, making a little compassionate
Groom after each of my statements.
In some ways Josie's peculiar" /
said. She talks altogether too much
and some folks say she's inclined to be
boSsy-that she boSsed Herb till he
Jumped in a DE vat TO n 1t. But
perhaps she can't help it. Her mother
did the same to her father. and after
marrying Herb she discovered herself
in her mothers predicament, welded
to q mar who'd stand for it. And so
Herb got it. That doesn't alter the
fact that she's got to work and raise
those three children
1T amt goot to boss men!"
We'll, Josie's up against it. The boy
is t~hirteen-just the g to get into
costly miSchief-and from present in
dications she's going to have plenty
of trouble raising him. The two girls
are twins
Maybe" said Mrs. Krule, for dot
kind l pay fifteen dollars"
And she did. Blu before the end of
summer l found myself wishing / had
been more discerning.
Josephine was a small, wiry, nervous
female with swapping black eyes and
sharply chiseled chin. She had not
been working at the Oven over q week
before pOrtly Mrs. Krule discovered her
streak Of SpleeniSh domineering. II
Josie was going to wear out her feet"
waiting on trade, the shop must be
arranged to her whim. And when it
came to bakerS-for one Soon had to
be acqulred-no man stayed very long
if Josie didn't like him. And usually
she didn't.
You don't like men, yah?" Mrs.
Krule commented after a particularly
apt baker had taken his departure
after explaining his opinion OF Josie
with blasphemy.
They give me an ache" was Josie's
rejoinder.
Old Mrs. Krule was painfully per-
picked. She sat in her wooden chair,
hands on her knees, head bent slightly
forward, studying Josie as she slammed
the trays about.
"Ach?" she repeated.
I've got a supreme contempt for
them. All they're good for is to make
a woman trouble. l never saw one
who could care for himself. One capa-
BILE woman's worth half a dozen men
punched together"
Old Mrs. Krule shook her square
head.
Your husband then, you don't love
him?"
"Oh-love!"
But in my country, men they are
diferent-"
Only because you European women
let them get the upper hand. 1t fairly
burns me up. That dagO wOman'S an
other, she lives across the street. The
way she kOtOWS to that man she's mar
r~ied-thinks he's a little tin god"
Men got more brains than women!"
"Oh, bosh and nonsensel"
Amt they?"
Josie laughed s%hrilly-her only re-
Spouse. And Mrs. Krule, bakeress, was
increasingly troubled.
You got son n began.
God knows why" Josie interrupted.
You call dogs bad names and they
don't know nodding else but" argued
your own son show you"
Hes the least Of my Worries" the
mother commended.
And two years went by with this sort
of squabbling.
Josie ensconced herself as a fixture
at the Oven. Many new customers
thought her the proprietress. Perhaps
from the way she was allowed to run
things, the pOrtly owner being peace
bile by temperament, h finally be-
lieved it herself. Anyhow, she allowed
her youngsters to come in after school
and help themselves to the bakestuffs
at random. And she actually told Mrs.
Krule to go back to her ovens and
run her end of it" when the Dutch
woman feebly protested against Benny
Juggling out fourteen crullers one night
to treat the members of a scrub lot
ball team.
Furthermore, that Josephine wasn't
wholly consistent in her moralities was
widely complained of by Paris women
folk. She would look them straight
in the eye and tell them that goous
baked three days ago had been fresh
the previous evening. And a fine hula
baloo was created one Saturday after
noon when she short changed the small
Pratt boy on a five dollar note and re-
fused to rectify her error till the Pratt
woman appeared with Chief Hogan in
tow.
IVY RClOOlldl CARCllCllCC Will OOSlt )
dishonesty came of an evening in 1914.
I gave her a five dollar note for some
bakestuffs. My bill, as rung up, was
a dollar eighteen. Reaching the door
with my purchase, l counted my money
and had '1ree thirty-fve.
you've made a mistake" I said,
turning back.
II never make mistakes" f1ared Josie.
We'll, anyhow, I'm short just forty
seven cents.
Biting her lip, she rechecked my
items.
you see," she said scathingly, the
goods that you've bought make a dollar
sixty-f1ve."
But that isn't what you rang up
on the register"
Il don't know that it's any of your
business what I've rung On the regis
ter"
1 looked at her queerly. She started
to humble about punching the wrong
keys.
I'm not forgetting" l reminded her,
that I was responsible for Mrs. Krule
employing YOU"
MY conscience doesn't hurt me,
Josie retOrted. What right has a for
eigner to come over here and settle in
an American town like Paris? Take
trade away from native born Vermont
erS?"