Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-11-19


what a rotten deal you've had,
Sabra DEAR" she would drawl. "Rih'al-
ly. don't see how you've stood 1t all
these years."
S0bra would come to her own de-
fense4 goaded by something strangely
hostile In herself toward this remote,
disdainful offspring. STOOD what?"
"Oh-you know. This being a
pioneer woman and professional
Marcy and head-held-high In spite of
a bum OF husband"
Donna Cravat, II you ever again
dare to speak like that OF your father
] shall punish you, big as you are
"Sabra darling, how can you punish
I grown woman7 You might slap me.
and ! wouldn't slap you back. Of
course. But I'd be terribly embar-
rassed for you. AS for father-he Is
I museum piece. You know It."
''Your father Is one of the greatest
figures the Southwest has ever pro-
duced."
MN. Well he's picturesque enough.
suppose. But wish he hadn't
worked so hard at It And Gin |
There's a brotherl A great help to
me In my career. the men folks of this
quaint family"
Il wasn't aware that you were plan
ming career" Sabra retorted. very
much In the manner Of Felice venable.
Unless getting up at noon. stopping
around In kimono most Of the day.
and lying In the hammock reading is
called career by Dignum graduates
II 1t IL. you're the outstanding success
Of your class
Darling, l adore you when you get
viperish and venable like that Per-
haps you Influenced me In my early
youth. That's the new psychology.
you know. You used to tell me about
grandma trailing around In her white
ruined dimity wrappers and her high
heels. never lifting lily hand"
AT least your grandmother didn't
consider 1t career"
Neither do |. This lovely flower
like head isn't so empty as you think,
lolling In the front porch hammock.
I know It's no use counting on father.
even when he's not off on one OF his
mysterious jaunts. What is he doing,
anyway? Living with some squaw
-. Forgive me, mother darling.
didn't mean to hurt you Gins
just as bad. and worse. because he's
weak and hasn't even dads phony
ideals. You're busy with the paper.
That's all right. I'm not blaming you.
II 1t weren't for you we'd all be on the
town-or back In Wichita living on
grandma in genteel poverty. think
you're wonderful, and | ought to try to
be like you. But don't want to be q
girl reporter. Describing the sumptu.
Gus decorations OF dandelions and sun
flowers at one OF Cassandra Sipes'
parties"
Goaded by curiosity and a kind OF
wonder at this unnatural creature
6abra must put her question: What
90 you want TO 90. tnenl
II want to marry the richest man In
Oklahoma. and build palace that
I'll hardly ever live In, and travel like
royalty, and clank with emeralds
With my skin and hair they're my
stone"
"Oh. emeralds. by all MEANS" Sabra
agreed, cuttingly Diamonds are Sc
ordinary. And the gentleman that you
consider honorIng-let me see From
your requirements that would have to
be Tracy Wyatt, wouldn't itY'
Yes replied Donna, calmly.
you've probably overlooked Mrs
Wyatt. OF course, Tracy's only ffty-
one, and you being nineteen. there's
plenty of time II you'll just be pa
tient." She was too amused to be
really disturbed.
Il don't intend to be patient, nam
ma darling"
Something In her hard, ruthless tone
startled Sabra. Donna Cravat, DOM
you start any Of your monkey bust
ness. ! saw you cooling and ah-ing al
him the other day when we went over
the, Wyatts' new house. And l heard
you saying some drivel about his being
man that craved beauty in his life
and that he should have it; and sneer
ing politely at the new house until
could see him beginning to doub
everything In 1t. poor fellow. He hat
been so proud to show It. But
thought you were just talking tina
New York talk OF yours
II wasn't. was talking business.
Sabra was revolted. alarmed. ant
distressed. all at once. She gained
reinsurance by telling herself that thi!
was just one Of Donna's queer joke,
part of the streak In her that Sabr,
had never understood and that CORE
sponded to the practical Joker In Yam
cey. That, too. had always bswilderet
her. Absorbed In the workings Of tn,
growing. thriving newspaper the con
versation faded to a dim and almos
unimportant memory.
Sabra was sufficiently shrewd ant
level headed to take Sol Levy's sount
advice. "You settle down to runninj
your paper. Sabra, and you won't nee.
any oil wells You can have the best
paying paper and the most. powerful