The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-09-27

confirmation, Mamie S HUSH was quteh'
Il wouldn't do it if | didn't want to-
she said spiritedly.
Come into my room a minute. Mamie
Katie lnterposed. you left some of
your pictures.
Taking advantage of the excuse, the
two girls went into the bedroom they
had shared so long, and Mamie put her
head down on the sweet, clean pillow
and sobbed.
ut amt the work" she gasped II
don't mind that though It's never over,
and Mrs Cooley is right pleasant, but
feel like 1 don't belong nowhere no more.
Oh. Katie, ] amt got no home! That old
kitchen to sit in, or that top room with
Bertha! 1 amt never going TO be able
to stand it. I'm so lonesome
II told Mr. Murphy you was there"
Katie soothed her, "and he said he
thought you were real plueky. Won't
YOU see him at church Sunday
"She said had to go to early mass"
Mamie walled HE won't never be there
then. None of the mill folks goes early.
| won't see nobody 1 know"
"Well. come here Sunday; likely as
not he'll be around and we can have a
great time. Tim is learnin' to play on
the ACCORDION. Can you be here by 2?
Wen take the trolley, if it amt too cold
and go to the park or somewheres. You'll
be back by g."
l. II don't know as I can get off by 2.
You know l help Bertha wash the
dishes"
II thought she said you had Sunday
afternoon!" Kate exclaimed in genuine
surprise.
"Well, she amt no idea how long 1t
takes to do anything. She means we
can go when we get through"
Don't she ever do anything herself?'
well, she don't as far as 1 can see,
though it seems like she's awful busy
all the time and she amt we'll.
Amt Miss Lillian awful sweet and
nicer
Eyes, she is, but she takes lot of
| waitn' on. 1t seems like she can't ever
find anythin'. She keeps me runnin' up
and down stairs a good deal. l wouldn't
mind it if it wasn't for my SIDE
"Well, try and get through early Sun
day, Mamie"
They kissed each other in farewell, and
with good night to the new girl,
Mamie started out in the darkness for
the car.
A hard lump rose in her thgoat and she
cried softly as she walked swiftly along
in the darkness. She missed, moro than
she could express. the regularity OF the
mill life, where she knew SO definitely
what her work was and when 1t ended.
She missed the gay sociability of the
noon hour, and most off all, the long
Sundays rest. Mrs. Farley had always
encouraged them to sleep late, and
Mamie would awake with the delicious
sensation that long day of freedom and
relaxation stretched before her.
"Mary'' Mrs Cooley called pleasantly
as she entered the house. Mamie knew
by her tone that visitors must be pres
ent, and was confirmed In this when she
heard the regular Tipping of cards that
meant they were playing whist.
MARY, don't you think you can get
us up little luncheon
| Lillian Cooley, who had just returned
| from dinner, rustled out to where
Mamie irresolutely stood on the stairs.
| The web of silk and lace she trailed del
| icately after her Mamie recognized as
Katie's handiwork. Miss Cooley gave
| the new maid some directions about the
late luncheon and, holding her finery
about her, even helped her hunt for the
corkscrew. She held her skirts out of the
way and helplessly watched Mamie pull
| the cork. She was kind young girl,