The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-07

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tie dreams and stand them in
line, without any clothes on as i
were. And Mr.. Crandon woul'
proceed to Interpretation and anal
ysis, until the merest and mos
insignificant fact would assume tire
mendous proportions and Mrs
Thorne would be very well pleased
with her little dreams. Some
times, of course, she found then
embarrassing, but even that was
rather exciting and not altogether
unpleasant.
Mrs. Thorne began to feel rather
like an adventures. 1t was a gay
and lovely feeling for a little drab
old woman. Her eyes frightened
and her cheeks grew family pink.
She moved in a mysterious aura of
dreams and imaginings.
4 = \
You'd think Mad got RELIGION"
remarked Tad one evening.
That's what psyche does for
people" Valerie told him.
Mrs. Thorne was fitting through
the downstairs rooms with a bas-
ket of flowers, arranging them in
low bowls and standing off to adj
mire the lovely effect of the pink
roses Haunted by blue candles,
and tall yellow lilies preening so
proudly to the mirror at their
back.
She moved with a curious, de-
tached sort of grace, utterly for
eign to the crushed and broken
creature who had wandered in
desolation about the lonely house.
There was a sort of subdued sub
about her that caused her
children to rejoice and wonder.
"You certainly had the right
dope, VAL" approved Tad. moth
er's a new woman since Crandon
took her in hand. The old boys
"All she needed was a new in
-erest in life" declared Sybil, "and
Mr.. Crandon supplied the need"
Its a pity" snapped Valerie,
If that was all there was to it,
you couldn't have done the supply
ng yourself, Sybil! Just because
t was my idea"
"Why, Val, | think it was a won
ideal"
Sybil surveyed her recalcitrant
,ister-in-law h~umorously. Good
she said, you've a chip on
your shoulder, Do you pop off at
Tad every time he opens his
mouth? Or do l get the brunt
If your ladyship's ire?"
Valerie was very pretty when
she was angry. Her soft skin
and paled like exquisite
'oses when soft tints blend in per
'ect harmony. And her blue eyes
dashed dangerously beautiful. Now
she rumpled her yellow curls in
:haracteristically angry fashion.
And her slim shoulders in their
little rose sweater drew together
1minously. Tad knew all the dan
ger signs.
There, there. Val" he counsel
IL HE,oc- 011 nir1 |
1 hate you!" she shrilled at
him. Don't you talk to me like
hat. And you, Sybil Thorne! Find
ng fault with me all the time,
two. I won't stand for it, I
ell you. I guess I don't have to.
And | won't-so there. l won't"
She flung angrily from the room
the door after her. Mrs.
rhorne laid her basket of roses
IN the hall table and crossed the
room to her son.
"Valerie's so upset these days"
he murmured. 1--WE wodered-"
She stopped nervously and then
TREMENDOUSLY at Sybil.
CHAPTER XXvH
Sybil laughed shortly.
"Not a chance" she opined.
Valerie wasn't born yesterday"
Mrs. Thorne blushed painfully.
"You shouldn't say things like
hat" she removed her daughter
"Who started it?" demanded
lad, and catching her to him, he
lissed her roughly and laughed
t her discomfort. IF Mothers got
err heart set on a grandchild,
uess you'll have to get married,
.ib."
Across his mothers head he
broadly. "a girl ought to
e willing to do that much for her
cor old mother"
Mrs. Thorne pushed him gently
her.
"Freshiel" she murmured in the
of her girlhood and slap
ed him with a pink rose. ]
September was hot in Boston I
lat year. Quiet. with hardly a
'eath of air; and the heat rising .
little puffs from the cobble I
ones. I
After school small boys swan g
the Frog Pond and growups
itronized the swan boats. Fire
sDrinkled down the streets. "