Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-03-07
cape from your devoted mother. / shan

cape from POUR devoted mother. / shan
say no more"
DON'T" cried CaIlie. She dubbed
into laughter. She had Just CHANGED
to catch sight of her devoted mother.
The latter was visibly seated at q table
IN the dining room. A tin can stood
before her. There was also a plate
OF d~oughnuts. She was ~disposing OF
the beer in the car to the material ac-
compartment of the doughnuts-three
doughnuts to a glass, and three glasses
70 a quart. In the first place she
isn't my mother. She is not devoted
20 me, either. Though she is amiable
enough, dear soul. when she has sum-
cient heer and ~doughnuts and similar
Injuries"
MIS- Darris. second, had been house
keeper for that gullible and brilliant
Ieiiow, Hubert Darris, after the death
Oh MS adored wife. Indeed. the fact of
ms leading her to the altar hinged up-
on a delicate question of honor. But
n was the vulnerable spot in the
mans heel-to his everlasting detri-
| ment.
III no one else has anything else
TO say, went on the defendant. with a
sweeping glance which included tbe
small step-brothers and sisters who
had listened in awed silence. I'm go
to pack my trunk
Tom swung Unparalleled his hat.
. You COMPOUNDED little-little-rd like
to shake you"
Don't you wish you dared?" she
laughed.
He gave her a ferocious look, and
got himself away. A close shave, He
might have leG her known he cared.
or course he cared! What would the
house be without Cal-Call. who was
SO companionable. so plucky, so bound
TO squeeze Marcia into a contretemps
that would send Marcia into hystericsi
she had a hard time to. poor little
girl; 1t was she who did the market
ing, and the greater part of the house
keeping, and attended to the small
second brood of Darrisses. No wonder
that she wanted to break loose, no
Here he bumped into a man coming
from the opposite direction.
beg pardoni Hello-Hugh Terry,
Wherever have you been this month
of Sundays?"
up in Winnipeg--a bit of a vaca,
ton How are the folks? You look
upset"
Tom had entered college the veal
Hugh Terry finished. But they had
been good friends. Il amin a way.
Call has taken ii into her head She
must go of and earn her living. She's
going as milliner-out in a Kansas
town"
Not the happy little one."
Sure. | don't like It,"
Doctor Terry whistled. "should
think not. III drop in and see you
folks this evening. He did. So did
] Will Lloyd. So, for the matter of that
did Eugene Cory. So did the ritual
istic curate who took such a deep in
terest in the spiritual progress OF his
friend, Tom Darris. So did Toms law
partner-who was blonde and bald. He
had come in, he said, to borrow a
book.
They all seemed to know that Callia
Darris was going away. Callie had
never dreamed she was 70 popular. 1t
touched her to learn how sorry they
were. And because she was touched
she was afraid she would cry. go sho
laughed-which is the only thing to
do when one Is afraid OF self-betrayal.
Tul's law partner asked her to go TO
the comic opera with him before she
left the city. Young Cory, not being
far beyond that age OF which Howells
writes. when
Anything sweet in the mouth VIII
sweet
All this bitter world for a boyi'
produced a box OF ~allegretti and prom
toad IN farurard nnn-a kfU Ann-0ror~
week. Lloyd, pretending to find some
music, begged her in a whisper TO go
out with him one evening 10 Sans
Souci park. And the curate asked the
privilege of keeping her supplied with
reading matter, while she should be
an exile In a strange land.
But II isn't quite a strange land
she protested. I'VE lived west when [
was a little girl. 1t was out there my
father held Office. or course. the rest
were auditors now" I'd rather write
stories or paint pictures, or do some
thing clever and professional than
make hats. I've tried both. My mar
ines are woolly-and the fruit on an
vas would never make your mouth wa
ter. But l can fashion bonnets-and
that's what I'm going to do. Now, let's
have a song!"
Men are such fools!" shifted Marcia.
when the last guest had reluctantly do
parted.
Mice kind, though, don't you
Think" queried Callie.
She was sitting on the floor, her
curly brown head against Toms knee.
Tom chuckled over his pipe.
Il don't think Doctor Terry approved
of the way you firted with Gene Cor
ry," pursued Marcia. Il saw him look
at you very gravely.
Callie turned scarlet. "He always
was serious she said. Then she re-
membered a look she had met at part
ing, and she laughed softly.
The week following was a Lively one.
II was a tired but not satiated little
pleasure-seeker who said goodnight
TO her escorts at the door OF her SUI
burban home. They were dear fell
lowsi She was having such a good
time, II only Hugh Terry did not keep
away, He was not even at the train
to sec her off, though the others were.
She laughed and TESTED until the train
pulled out-was plungtng westward.
Then all the magazines and baskets OF
fruit, and bonbon boxes, and flowers
blurred In one misty. kaliedoscopic
f4tuhIa He dfdu't nara-ho didn't