Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1932-02-11

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Haven't
LISA was sitting on the low sill o.
the window darning a sock in the slow
careful. flawless way she did every
thing.
Yes. I've heard my father and moth
er say II was the war" Brooks tone
was dubious and he knocked the ashes
out of his pipe against the andiron
with elaboration as If he could say
more but had decided not to.
Cameron White. the other young man
In the room. contributed: Another
thing they're always telling about is
how their parents never understood
Them
Whereas We" said Brook. under
stand them too well and they don't like
that any better
LlSSas threading a needle, remarked
III her lovely. gentle voice. Il get on
much better with my grandmother
than | do with my mother. Granny has
so much more sense
You ought to see my grandmother
Mrs. Cameron White was playing soft
~ ON the piano and had not taken any
part i the talk till now. Regular old
Norwegian peasant woman Stumping
around Minnesota in huge, suueakinr
boots. She has plenty of n too. but
not muchEshall We say SAVIOR -faire?
She's not a Sophisticate.r
Thank God for that said Camtrou
White. who was sitting by Olga. his
bride, on the piano bench.
The r1c uor rnnSt,Ict1a ~u.4L
phemous skill from Grieg's Maria"
INTO 20, Give Me Something to Re-
member You BY"
One thing that gets ne about
them'-anybody who could hear him
realized that Brook was still on the
of parents-ais their thinking
they're SO tremendously d~isiIlusioned
oy the war or what have you To me
,hey appear chockful of illusions"
They must be" LISA agreed. Tor
infy wouldn't be all the time running
Iround trying new combinations in an
Ittempt to get happy"
70, to he'll with them!" cried OLGA
nd began to pound out a tune of her |,
WIN composition, singing In a voice like |
steam whistle something about .I1lI !,
lake my papa happy ii l can =
LISA rose from the window sill.
oided up the socks she had darned :
laid them in the drawer OF q high
0y. )
Thank you, Melissa Brook said. 2
are highly efficient. my child !.
lie, my ~ex-societT girl His mDcking :.
me almost concealed his tenderness. ?
er little pointed face looked grave :
worried. Brook, DEAR she asked
I'M, can't you stop Olga playing the =
She doesn't take this situation :
srlOusiy enough. We can't hear our
think and we've got to settle
Q Of ns-what we're going to do :
mother and MIR. White"
The only way to. stop Olga PLAYING
ne piano is to give her a drink. Luck =
Y, I've got a bottle of gin Have YOU
ny ice?" l..
There was no electric refrigerator in =
LIS old house in Chelsea. The apart =
mi consisted of one big, high cell :
geo Q with a divan In it, a kit 8
lenette and a bathroom, where the 8
shes had to be washed. LISA never =
but In her reliable way had =
ocked up with ice. vermouth, and =
tiers. From a closet she produced two =
IS OF wood, a handful of kindling. =
ID q great many newspapers folded a.
tight to represent faggots. The four
them gathered around a bright al sc
ough not a lasting fire.
Brook, whose full name was Robert
hbrook, sat on the hearth rue. He
s q haggard young mar of twenty ~
II. At the time he married. a year =
q half ago, he was haggard from =.
.ng commercial art" while he ehafed VI
paint subjects like Broadway De-
Dyed" and the Inside of Moments. : ~
he was even more desperate be-
lSe he had no advertisements to -
mt. Iol
cameron White. younger than Brook CT
three years, looked as if he had Al
,er expected anything good from 1lc
!; as a matter of fact, he had gwen
expecting it at the age of nine or -
when some irremediable hurt had
its brand behind his dark ewes. -
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