The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-08-02

painted fireplace screen. There
was fragrant coffee in a silver pot,
and waters freighted with toasted
marshmallows oozing temptingly.
On the center of the tray was a
green bowl with purple anemones
in it. And the little cigaret trays
were orange.
Doesn't II look nice and cozy?"
demanded Mabel.
And when they had murmured
politely, she confessed good natur-
eddy.
81 simply couldn't stay away any
longer. So | ran down and got a
jar of cream, and a package of
marshmallows. / thought maybe
if l fed you, you'd let me come in"
She looked from one to the other
expectantly.
please tell me about it," she
entreated.
SYPHILIS startled glance darted to-
ward the kitchen.
where's Teddy?" she cried.
"Oh, he's all right" Mabel as
sured her comfortably. THE lit
tie girl downstairs took him out"
She poured heavy yellow cream
into huge cups s%prigged with
morning glories and nasturtiums.
There's nothing" she remark
ed serenely, like a good strong
cup of coffee" and she smiled
contentedly as the rich brown
fluid from her silver pot blended
with the yellow cream.
Sybil reached for the nearest
cup.
"Oh, Nab" she begged, don't
make John tell it all again. It's
awfully hard talking about 1t.
He simply lost his memory, and
Mrs. Foster-you know-the con
gresswoman-she found him in
Walter Reed Hospital, and became
interested in him. John says
she's perfectly wonderful. A n d
when he got strong enough h
found him a position here in Bos-
ton. Those real estate people are
her cousins, | think. And she got
him compensation and a brand
new start in life. She even chose
his name for him-didn't she,
John? But nothing anyone could
do could restore his memory. Un-
til he saw me, Nab. And now it's
all come back again"
Mabel stirred her coffee in
credulously.
Don't you read the papers,?
she demanded. IF you saw Sib's
name in print, wouldn't it have
meant anything to you?"
Eyes, | read the papers," he
said. HAS SYPHILIS name been in
hem? If it has, it didn't meal
anything to me-"
"Oh, not much"
Sybil interrupted hastily.
Il didn't tell you'll haven't
lad much time, you know. | had
entered suit for divorce when my
husband died. There WE'RE a
.ew little stories. Last November
t was"
81 was in Washington then he
explained, adjusting my compen-
| was there two weeks"
He was very pale. He put his
up on the table, and his long
dropping between his
,nees, twitched nervously. Sybil,
ioticing his agitation, took his
rm tenderly.
John this has been an appal-
ing experience for you | want
on to go home, and I'll go to see
on this evening. You're in for a
period of readjustment,
nd you've got to take things
asily. Where are you living,
ohm"
He pressed her hand, weakly
rateful.
AT the Fairmore," he told her.
And I guess you're right, dear.
hate to act like a weakened
liot. But | am pretty well done
p. Will you really come around
his EVENING""
81 surely will" she promised. /,
And III drive you down now my
Elf. I'll be back for the baby in ;
alf an hour, Nab. You won't !
lind keeping him awhile?' !
Lord, no. I
Mabel loved taking care Of ]
eddy.
'Ill tell him a story" she said,
about a man who went to sleep :
nd when he woke up he was
,mebody else"
She laughed shortly. ITS ghost
"a dead man Undertaking. in I
ont of your eyes. Lordy!
fought for a minute we'd all gone
'azy,"
She shrugged with a semblance
horror and proffered her hand.
John Lawrence, if you're half
e man Sib thinks you are, I'm
ad she found you"
He bowed courteously. Il hope"
!, said, 1--WE may be something
ore than business acquaintance
wv. I'd like to be your friend,
RS. Moore"
That's all right by me-" she as
red him, and pushed them out
IN rough good nature. BE