Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-08-13

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joyed It. They rode. gamblsd swore
fought. fished. hunted. drank. TIL
antics OF many OF them seemed Tx,
those OF little boys playing rahher,
cave under the porch The saIool
was their club. the hr0thel their socia
rendezvous. the town women theI
sweethearts- Literally there were n.
other young girls Of manageable age
for the men and women who had com,
out here were, like Sabra md Van
cey married couples whose ages ranged
between twenty and forty. 1t was NJ
place for the very young, the very old.
OK even the mddle-aged
Here. then. was the monstrous So
ciety In which Sabra Cravat now
found herself For her. and the other
respectable women OF the town, there
was nothing but their homework, their
children, their memories OF the homes
they had left.
And so the woman who was, after
all. the most intelligent among them.
set about creating some sort OF social
order for the good wives of the COM
munity. Grimly Sabra (and. In time,
the other virtuous women OF the CON-
munity) set about making this new
frontier town like the old as speedily
~ possible. Yancey, almost sing
handed. tried to make the new as
unlike the old as possible He fought
losing fight from the first. He, with
his Uniformed dreams-much less the
roistering play boys Of saloon and
plain and gambling honse--never had
chance against the indomitable ma
terialism OF the women.
Sabra's house became q sort OF
social center following the discovery
that she received copies OF Harper's
Bazaar with fair regularity. Her social
triumph Was complete when she dis
played her new draped Jars, done by
her after minute instructions found In
the latest copy Of Harper's. She then
graciously printed these instructions
In the Oklahoma Wigwam, causing a
furry OF excitement In a hundred
homes and mystifyina the local store
keepers by the sudden demand for
Jars.
Slowly. in Sabra's eyes the other
women Of the town began to emerge
from mist OF drabness into distinct
personalities There was one who had
been a school teacher Ia Cairo, III.
Her husband, Tracy Wyatt. ran the
spasmodic bus and dray line between
Wahoo and Usage. They had no chill
dren. She was sparse and simpering
woman OF thirty-nine. who talked a
good deal OF former trips to Chicago
during which she had reveled In the
culture of that effete city. Yancey
was heard learnedly dsconrsing to
her on the subject Of Etruscan pottery.
OF which he knew nothing. The ex-
school teacher rolled her eyes and
tossed her head good deal.
You don't know what a privilege
1t Is, Mr.. Cravat. to find myself talk
Ing to some one whose mind can soar
above the sordid life OF this horrible
town."
It was Sabra who started the Philo-
mathean club. The other women
clutched at the idea. It was part OF
their defense against these wilds.
After all. town that boosted a cul-
ture club could not be altogether lost.
Sabra timidly approached Mrs. Wyatt
with her plan to form a woman's
club. and Mrs. Wyatt snatched at 1t
with such ferocity as almost to make
1t appear her own idea. Each was to
invite four women of the towns
elite. Ten. they decided, would be
enough as charter members.
IT," began Mrs. Wyatt promptly,
Jam going to ask Mrs. Louie Hefner,
Mrs. Doc Nisbett--"
Her husbands horrid hate him.
don't want her In my club The
ten barrels Of water still ranked.
Were not asking husbands, my
dear Mrs. Cravat. This is ladies' I
club. Mrs. Nisbett," retorted Mrs.
Wyatt, introducing snobbery into that t
weller OF mud Indians. pine shacks,
drought, and standardization known as
Usage, Indian territory. was a
krumpf, OF Ouachita, Ark"
Sabra. descendant OF the Marcvs
and the Venables, lifted her handsome
black eyebrows. Privately. she de-
cided TO select her four from among
the less vertebrate and more ebnllIent
OF Osages matrons. She made up her
mind that next day, after the house
work was done, she would call on her
candidates, beginning with that pretty
and stylish Mrs. Evergreen Waltz. At
supper that evening she told Yancey OF
her four prospective members.
Waltz wife!" Surprise and
amusement, roo, were in his voice, but
she was too full Of her plans to no
tice. Besides. Yancey often was mys-
tifyingly amused at things that seemed
to Sabra quite serious. "Why that's
fine, Sabra- That's fine! That's the
spirit"
"She looks kind Of banyish and lone
ly, sitting there by the window sewing
all day. And her husbands 10 much
older. and cripplA. TO. or almost.