Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-03-24

The dressing room. could hear the sound.
she would like to have called him. only
Pie was just little hurt at his apparent
lnconcern at his sons departure But
otter all, she thought, he was only q
pan; ne could not know a mothers
part; his breast had not pillowed the lit
&c sunny head i'll the years gone by he
NC not cried with joy when the little
~ had taken their first unsteady steps
across the floor. How well she remem-
tered that day, and how proud she had
felt of her sou! He was such li:.a dig
baby. She had placed him against
chair. and he had looked up at her with
round eyes of wCnder; then, when her
meaning came to him, he had not hest
Atated moment. he hal thrown back his
little head, and, with scream of de-
light, walked bravely forward right into
her loving, waiting arms. And now
bow She brushed aside her tears, for
She heard father coming.
Father entered the room quickly. but
paused ON the threshold. To tell the
ruth, he had thought mother downstairs.
He had been trying to remember, that
day when Bob had ridden the new pony
for the first time SO pluckily. whether the
lad had been breeched or not. He knew
the picture was on mothers dressing Ia
Bile. and he had come in to look at 1t,
and there stood mother with the photo
graph in her hand.
"Humph" exclaimed father, $50 you
have not gone down. and his voice was
not conciiatory, for he felt that every
one that morning. himself included, was
wearing his heart on his sleeve, and Il
sense of lost dignity was irritating him.
Mothers heart swelled ut the tone:
she put down the Photograph and looked
| up at father with Il look i'll which re-
! proach and sorrow mingled, and then
/ suddenly she turned aside. and her
7 IL. h.,
/ brushes and trays on the dressing table,
/ for her quick eye had detected that faith
/ or was wearing odd boots--a huttoncd
/ and a laced up one. 10 think of it. lie,
| the soul of precision. to thus betray HIM
/ self. But there his abstraction stood
confessed And oh. how mother loved
/ him for II. He had 0ecn such stole,
/ too. Well, there was no accounting for
! mans ways. but. thank God. he had put
ON odd boots that morning. She no long
! er felt lonely in her grief. He cared, too;
his heart was aching also for their son ;
/ departure. oh. those blessed odd boots!
But she knew his nature. and stood for
/ a moment wondering how best to tell
/ him of the mistake without annoying
him. And presently mother. on her way
! downstairs, tapped at the dressing room
! outer door. One of your lace boots,
she said. Il stumbled over it; have
| put it down outside Then she waited
! until she heard father swearing softly
! to himself. Then she knew matters
| would right themselves and went down
/ stairs
At breakfast somehow nobody had
much 10 say. Bob wanted to talk, bat
felt that his one topiC--his luck at being
sent To the front-would not be exactly
congenial 60 his listeners. So he re-
| Trained, and ate hearty breakfast
He would carry the memory of his
last meal away with him 10 the far-otT
land, "he tender face of mother. Smil-
ing brayely from behind the bubbling.
| StcaminC urn; the dainty spread table;
the pleasant. luxurious room. with its
/ handsome pictures; the broad bow win
dow, from which he could see the dear
| old garden where he had played rs q
! child: the loving eyes Of Nell bcaminc
upon him across the table. Yes. home
I was home, although he was luckiest sub
abern in the service
/ BY and by the trap was ut the door.
and thC servants gathered in the hall IL
wish him good luck and GodSpeed Ben
| shook hands with them all and thanked
/ them, aud then he stood with mother I'm
the porCh-aloue. He could not see her
face distinctly for the mist across his
/ eyes; and the next moment he and IA
ther were walking quickly down the
| drive, along which the dugCart was go
| ing slowly forward Ia await chem at the
/ gates beyond. Father remarked tina:
( the new camckeCper was giving salts
! faction. and that there was every pros.
| nect OF the covers yielding better sport
| the next autumn.
/ We shall have you home again before
then. my boy he said.
! Rather. sir answered Bob; I'VE