Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1940-11-15

stopped using it right after they took
US up there"
This is Interestingly" Frank said
Frank, they'd like to ask Sheila
some questions. Could she and I 60
over there now?"
Hang it," Frank said, "you ought
to have someone, Pop or me, with
you'll"
I'VE don't need anyone!"
How much" There was rising
excitement in Franks voice. "How
much'd I have to walk, Pete, if !
went with your"
"Oh, Frank, you oughtn't!" Sheila
! protested.
''Shucks, it can't hurt mel"
"You wouldn't have to walk a
step, Frank. We can get taxi"
I'D like to 60. I'd know what
they were after"
1T wouldn't hurt you a Bit"
IT don't believe it would" Frank
said slowly.
Jaw, come on, Frank Come on.
All they want is to ask Sheila few
questions"
1T wouldn't take US fifteen min
utes-" the invalid unused, tempted.
You were out yesterday" Peter
urged You managed that all
right"
Il know. What harm can it do?"
Frank exclaimed, throwing hesita-
ton to the winds. Get me my
coat, Pete"
He hobbled to the head of the
stairs, managed them easily; Sheila
fearfully fiuttering ahead, with his
stick and his hat, and Peter accom-
panying him anXiously and warning
ly. They reached the lower hall,
moving slowly but steadily to the
front door.
I'm all right. feel finel" Frank
said.
The taxi was waiting; they could
see it as they reached the top of
the brownstone steps. Sheila took
the stick again; Peter again caught
a firm hold of his brothers arm.
They had gained the sidewalk
when limousine drew up ahead Of
the taxi, and three women and a
stout, gray-headed man got out. The
man was Judge Paul Nc Cam; one
of the ladies was his wife
The other two were Gertrude
Keane and Bernadette Kennedy.
Peter, Frank and Sheila stood
rooted to the pavement, the recent
arrivals stood stricken, too, gazing
at them, at the taxi, back at them
again.
We'll, you have both the boys
now, haven't your" Bernadette Ken
nedy finally said sweetly.
II never told you and Angela ex-
actly what happened, Ma" Sheila
said.
She had washed her bright cop
perry hair, and as it tumbled in rings
and fishtails on her neck, the spring
sunshine struck dazzling lights from
it. A towel was spread across her
shoulders, and belted trinity about
the curves of her young body was
an old blue cotton kimono.
The three women of the Carscad-
den family were in the sunroom Of
their new home. 1t was the corner
house Of a commonplace block of
two-story, two-flat buildings that
stretched in every direction across
the gently rolling levels of what
had recently been a dump for
the greatest of all the cities. On
top of the dump real-estate de-
velopments had been started; every
corner bore signs advertising the
merits of this "five-room home" or
that. The downstairs apartments
were all alike; all had five rooms,
one bath, and this delightful feature
of a sun-porch; square, bare, un-
imaginative twelve by seven feet of
space at the front, glassed in from
the street.
Blocks of it, miles of it, and the
Carscaddens' particular corner only
one of thousand corners. But to
them it was no less than heaven.
AS for their mother, she had been
in state of dignified outrage since
Sheila's latest escapade, and had
been reluctant to express enthusi-
asm about anything. But it was
noted that her first act in the new
home had been to gather her chill
dren about her: Sheila, Angela,
Joe, Cecilia, Marg'ret and Mar
g'ret's Lew, Nicely and his Lizzie,
and, kneeling down, solemnly to re-
cite some litanies that were to bring
blessings upon the God-given in
crease, and solemnly to assure the
listening saints that rather than
have one mortal sin committed be-
meath this new roof, she would re-
sign the new domain gladly and
gratefully, and 60 back to the pow
erty and obscurity of the old days
again.