Evening journal., 1900-01-11
AMEN, AND AMEN.

you precisely At nve."
Mr.. Westbrook waved his gloved
hand toward his wife as he ran down
the steps and walked brlskly to the
street corner, there 10 await a down
town car.
Mrs. Westbrook stood on the steps
for a minute or two, looking bright
and trim in her plain Bingham morn
ing dress, with its futed rufies and
the bow OF blue ribbon at her throat,
while her white apron looked as fresh
as II it had Just come from the laun-
dry.
Just opposite, an elegant little coupe
waited at the door Of a brownstone
mansion--and presently a superbly-
dressed lady came out, dressed in furs,
satins and yelvets-Mr Draine, by
name-and entered it.
"She Is going to the morning con
cert at Tambusinis" thought Mrs.
Westbrools, as she watched the equip
age drive away. "Ah, what "A slavery
is fashionable lifel'
Mr.. Westbrook, however. thought
different as the lady in question drove
past him, with a gracious inclination
of her head and a smile that faded al
most instantly away.
Il wish Katie's taste ran little
more In that channel" said he TO him
self katie is really getting 10 be
mere domestic machine"
While he stood there waiting for the
dilatory car. two little. children ran
down the street-a boy and n girl, Will
lie and Effie Draine. Mr. Westbrook
knew them by sight.
They We're magnifcantly attired in
frllls, hounces and rich embroidery.
but they looked blue and cold never
theless.
Children" said Mr.. westbrook,
where are you going? Where is
your nurseT
Bridget has gone down in the kitch-
en- to talk with her BEAU" said Fine
in shrIll, defiant tone.
Does your mother allow sou TO 81
out So without anything on your
headsl" asked Mr.. WeseBtesk.
Mother don't care" Willie mada m
swer Mother says Go way and dou'i
bother me-"
well, never mind that said Mr.
Westbrook, not altogether satisfied
with the testimony he was eliclt.ug
Go back home at once"
Il won't, you ugly old man. retort
ed Efiie
Mind your own business added
i Willie. Wen go where we please.
! Just then the car came along. ant
Mr.. Westbrook, already delayed
sprang on the back platform and dis
missed all thought Of the young rebels
from his mind.
Katie" said he that night when h'
had returned from business, why IL
it you don't go out a little more like
! your neighbor, Mrs. DraineT
Mrs. WestbroolJ laughed. She wa
? undressing her youngest child, a club
by little creature with blue eyes ans
hair curling in tiny rings close to Ia
year-old head.
Because" she said, 81 can't do TIVE
, things at once"
How do you mean two things a
once? | don't understand"
E Perhaps / had better have said hal
= a Dozen" said Mrs WestbroOk. "Airs
: Draine leaves her children to the car
4 of servants, l do not care to do thai
Mrs. Draine sends them away fror
her when they come with wistful look
and piteous tear-stained faces; sh
SAYS she has not tine to do a nurse
work. Oh, Charles. do you suppos
my child could ever appeal to me j
vainfn
"There is some truth and commo
+ sense in her view of the matter" sal
: Mr.. WestbroOk. thoughtfully strOkin
q his beard A mother should not allo'
= herself TO be narrowed down into
! mere household drudgeIy She need
v contact with the outside world, I
n freshen up her ideas-to--"
/" "And who is to take care Of her Chi
II iren IN the meantimeT interrupte
Mrs. Wcstbrook, rather more sharpl
: than her usual won't My dear Cha
Is ley. theory is very good, but practiC
is better. When God made me
,e mother He meant that ] should a
+ sumo all of a mothers duues-and
k any others conficted with them to as
~ my own heart which should be Il
e. FIRST and holiest"
I. Mr.. Westbrook was silent. He ha
I. a reserve Of arguments in his min
, but somehow the sight Of Katie. 81
= !, ting there among ler little ones, iii
" dove surrounded by her young, dI
armed his mcatal sword.